Red Pole's camp had fallen. Their once-proud defensive array now lay in ruins, torn apart by Obsidian Court's weapon. The last line of protection was gone. There was no more hiding, no more delaying. War had arrived at their doorstep, and with it came blood.
They had tried everything to avoid a direct confrontation, but fate had other plans. Obsidian Court boasted five times more Transcending Tribulation experts than Red Pole. That didn't even account for those who didn't come to participate in the challenge. Comparing the two factions was like placing a stream beside a tsunami.
At the head of the invading force stood Hou Zemin. Gone was the black mask and black robes from before. Now, he wore only his cold and confident gaze of a man who knew he had already won.
