The sky above the Azure Sword Sect did not gently transition into dusk. It turned the sickening, suffocating color of dried blood.
A heavy, putrid wind swept across the eastern mountain ranges, causing the spiritual beasts in the surrounding forests to flee in absolute terror. The sheer density of the malicious Qi rolling toward the sect was enough to wilt the ancient pine trees and turn the mountain streams black.
The proxy army of the Central Continent had arrived.
They did not march in a disciplined formation like the Righteous Alliance Enforcers. They arrived on massive, floating warships constructed entirely from human ribcages, and rode upon swirling clouds of screaming, vengeful phantoms.
