High above the mountain peaks, four powerful cultivators soar through the sky, their auras shimmering with barely restrained power. Elder Baelor, gazes down at the rugged terrain below. The mountains rise like jagged teeth, their rocky faces covered in mist and shadow. Even from their elevated vantage point, the Phoenix Blade Guild's base remains hidden, obscured by the natural barriers of the surrounding peaks.
Baelor narrows his stormy eyes, scanning the landscape with frustration. "No wonder we couldn't find their base," he growls, his voice carrying over the howling wind. "It's a natural hidden spot, tucked away in this cursed mountain range. They chose their location well."
Tyrus, flying beside him, huffs with disdain. "Hmph, after we destroy these ants, we'll claim this place for ourselves. A fortress like this would serve the Azure Sky Clan well."