The warships of the Four Gardens’ Twelve Guards moved slowly through the void, like a pod of well-fed orcas, lazily overlooking the utterly chaotic Fox Hill below.
The Six-Tusked Forbidden Army, an unknown force, piloted their black, tiger-shark-shaped ships a thousand zhang long, gliding soundlessly and swiftly as they closed in on Fox Hill.
Every deck of these Six-Tusked Forbidden Army vessels was crowded with elite armored warriors clad in pitch-black, fully sealed heavy armor.
The piercing alarm bells sounded in all directions as Fox Hill’s defensive formation completely shattered.
Within the mountain city at its center and the tiny villages scattered around, beams of light shot skyward continuously, rushing toward the approaching Six-Tusked Forbidden Army.
Among them, the fastest were two terrible auras, radiating heat like miniature suns that seemed ready to burn a hole through the night sky — elders of the Linghu Clan, two elders at the Divine Realm!
“The foundation of the Linghu Clan is truly… even I am amazed. No wonder Linghu Qingqing harbors such grand ambitions… strength is the root of ambition, no wonder, no wonder,” Sima Wuyou murmured. “To think that in this Fox Hill, he even stationed two Divine Realm elders here… it’s simply…”