On the Cold River, gusts of wind blew, mingling with the bloody scent that drifted from afar.
Guo Jia stood by the riverbank. His hair was dampened by dew, his hands were behind his back, and he looked at the smooth, bare mountains with a hint of worry.
"It's been three days already!" Guo Jia muttered in a low voice. It was the third day since Qin Wudao had entered the Yellow Spring Secret Realm.
"Kill!"
"Relay my command, charge!"
At this moment, the sound of intense combat echoed from afar.
Guo Jia turned to look. He saw two large armies engaged in fierce combat. Cannon fire lit up the sky, and the potent Evil Qi tinted the dome of the sky red.
"Are the Kylin Saint Land and Qionghua Saint Land clashing again?" Guo Jia's brow twitched. After Qin Wudao entered the Yellow Spring Secret Realm, he had scouted the entire Cold River and knew about the war between the Kylin Saint Land and Qionghua Saint Land.
