“Aaaaaargh!”
A living hellscape was unfolding in the mortal world. The Waterway Stronghold, surging in like a black wave, literally crushed everything in sight. Mere hatred could not explain all of that.
The Eighteen Strongholds of the Yangtze River Waterway. On the Yangtze, they were originally more feared than the Grim Reaper. But after becoming a wing of the Four Tyrants Alliance, no matter how one looked at it, their standing never reached what it had been in the past.
Moreover, after the Black Dragon King was defeated by the orthodox faction’s Mount Hua Sword Saint, the Yangtze River could no longer serve as anything more than a boundary between the two camps. As a result, their standing had no choice but to fall day by day.
In that way, the Eighteen Strongholds of the Yangtze River Waterway fell to a state of having to watch the moods of those who had once been their equals. The pent-up resentment from that was beyond imagination.
Its aftermath was so great that it could not even be compared to what the mere rabble of the unorthodox factions had done when they invaded.
“S-Stop them!”
Even the small and medium sects that had been keeping their backsides glued to their seats while watching the situation now fought back in fright. They had no choice but to resist.