Everyone knows, the bloody battle is imminent.
At the edge of the land, a large number of troops are approaching, threatening the domain of the Doushuai Temple.
Qin Ming looked up, gazing into the deep night, could it be another bloody fight between Supreme Martial halls?
He had only been in this domain for about three months and encountered such a thing.
He sighed and said: "Alas, the people of Ye State are either in bloody battles or on the way to one, rarely enjoying peace."
Overall, he had already become accustomed to it.
Since stepping onto the path of cultivation at the age of sixteen, he had participated in external defense, proactive pioneering, and battles in Supreme Martial halls, never stopping.
Suddenly, the thick darkness of the night was torn apart, and a hazy light emerged between heaven and earth. At the distant horizon, an enormous face appeared.
