In the Frost Immortal Dynasty, Han Zhen gazed into the distance towards the south, where the area was now completely shrouded in demonic energy, the terrifying sounds indicating the intensity of the battle.

"Starting directly with the Baizhao Immortal Dynasty? Do we, the Frost Immortal Dynasty, even still exist?"

Han Zhen had thought that when the demons headed south, the first to fall would surely be the Frost Immortal Dynasty. But unexpectedly, they only harassed them briefly before attacking the land of the Immortal Dynasty directly.

"We can't let them succeed, or we'll be doomed too."