In front of Heavenly Witch Mountain, both sides had arrayed their formations.
The leader of Heavenly Witch Mountain, Wu Jiu, wore a grim expression; he never dreamed that someone would dare attack Heavenly Witch Mountain.
Wu Jiu glanced at his opponents, whose numbers were less than half of his own, displaying a hint of disdain on his face.
These guys, with so few people, daring to assault his Heavenly Witch Mountain was simply courting death.
Lin Chen did not enter battle but instead stood on a nearby peak.
This battle could be considered Tian Jiao's first, so he wanted to see just how strong the army cultivated by Tian Jiao really was.
Wu Jiu snorted coldly, "Who is your leader?"
Tian Jiao smiled faintly, "I am."
"You are?" Wu Jiu was momentarily stunned.
He had always thought that the peak Immortal Emperor not far away was the real leader.
Wu Jiu snorted coldly, "You're seeking death; daring to eye Heavenly Witch Mountain, do you not know who we are?"
