"Hiss, it's so cold!"
"Damn it, we've been waiting for over an hour and a half, haven't we?"
"It's definitely been longer than that; it's way overdue. I feel like Bazhun'an might not come..."
All around Lingyu Mountain, amidst the cold wind and snow, thousands of figures were starting to become restless.
These people came from all over the five regions, their auras extremely powerful. Most had arrived during the wait, including ancient swordsmen and Spiritual Cultivators, with an average combat strength above Sovereign.
Only those who consider themselves to have some tricks up their sleeve and some self-preservation strength at or above the Sovereign Dao Realm dared to appear on the frontline battlefield.
At this moment, quite a few people had taken good spots, opened the Golden Apricot, transmitting live updates to the five regions, whispering amongst themselves.
The number of spectators viewing the transmission images was in the tens, even hundreds of thousands.
