In the heavy rain, a newly assembled army stood in front of the mountain. There were cultivators from various sects.

The Gate of Life and Death had just opened, so everything was still unknown. Dangers lurked in every direction, so the hearts of the newly formed alliance army were not stable. Everyone had their own plans, and almost no one was willing to take the lead.

They were all worried about the precious chess pieces lying dormant on the Peak of Life and Death, and worried that they would once again face the fierce army they had encountered on Jiao Mountain.

They looked into the distance, and their hearts were anxious — in the hazy rain of Wu Mountain Palace, would there be a demon sitting with his eyes closed, waiting for the heroes to attack for fear of breaking the vases, so that he could tear everyone into pieces?

Someone held a torch lit by a spell and looked up at the towering mountain peak, murmuring, "Who would have thought … that Tianyin Pavilion would do such a thing … I still feel like I'm in a dream."

"Stop sighing."

Zhen Congming of Bi Tan Village patted that person's shoulder, "If you have the time to be long-winded, why don't you think about how to attack up the mountain and end this nightmare quickly?"