As the morning sun rose, the eastern sky turned a golden hue, with the sun like a big red lantern.
However, the sky to the west appeared dark and gloomy, as if a great storm was about to descend.
Thick fog swept in from the west, covering the sky and earth, with black clouds spreading across the once-blue western sky.
The black clouds rolled in, blanketing the heavens with an overwhelming momentum.
Chu Mingyue saw the scene, her ruby-like eyes rapidly turning.
"Is that the power of the western Devil Sect? The strength of the Devil Sect is formidable, and the outcome of this great battle is hard to predict."
Chu Mingyue recalled those years in Tianmo Valley.
She thought of Wang Ye, who diligently cultivated day and night.
She thought of Wang Ye, whose lips always carried a faint smile, exuding immense confidence.
Her once uneasy heart gradually calmed down, her lips quivered, and a premonition of Wang Ye's inevitable victory rose in her heart.
"I really miss those days."
