That place was already thirty miles away. The snowflakes emerged out of nowhere, dancing in the air amid the wind, before disappearing in midair; it was evidently not a natural phenomenon.
The Sword Justice Yuan Qijing led the attack, and the Immortal Guangyuan and Nan Wang were ready to strike at any moment. Maybe more swordsmen were lurking somewhere on the other side of the clouds.
The Green Mountain Sect was renowned for their prowess and self-confidence, but they had sent out so many powerful swordsmen this time, meaning that the matter was not over yet and something more significant would ensue.
"What do you need us to do?" the Master of the Windy-Broadsword Church asked without hesitation.
Suppressing the Underworld was the responsibility of all humans; no human should shrink from it.
"I'm not sure," the Immortal Guangyuan replied honestly. "The Sect Master asked us to come, and we came here without questioning."