A waning sun, a red disc, slowly slipped down, hiding behind the rugged mountains in the west.
To the west, the sky blazed a fiery red, the afterglow stretching endlessly.
Suddenly, a cry of the Vermilion Bird jolted the air, accompanied by roaring flames that set the mountains ablaze.
As the fiery Vermilion Bird dispersed, it transformed into flickering sparks, revealing the slender, handsome silhouette of Lin Bu Jing.
Lin Bu Jing!
Lin Bu Jing had wings of the Vermilion Bird on his back and held the Profound Black Ruler, quietly supporting the army below him.
At this moment, the Sect Alliance's various armies were counter-attacking the Daxuan Dynasty's defense forces at Wu Earth Sect.
Observing the bustling battlefield below, despite the situation looking very promising, Lin Bu Jing couldn't help but sigh.
