Black Crow Ridge was a mountain range shrouded in dark clouds, its jagged rocks resembling the fangs of evil ghosts, menacingly piercing the sky.
The grand army of the Tianji Alliance, led by Lin Xinghe, stood in solemn formation on the outer perimeter of the ridges. Banners snapped in the fierce wind, and soldiers gripped their sharp swords, scanning their surroundings with vigilant eyes. Yet the dead silence sent an inexplicable chill through everyone.
"Something isn't right..." Vermilion Bird furrowed his thick brows. Clad in fiery red armor, he looked like a blazing fire. "Based on what I know of the Netherworld King, he has always been crafty and cunning. There is no way he would retreat without making preparations. This place... is far too quiet."
Chapter 139