The Final Clash

The night passed by quickly and every beast within the camp was restless. Some tried to train, yet they were incapable of focusing on refining the essence of the heavens and the earth. Others tried sparring, but they were all too cautious. No one wished to be wounded just in time for the final clash.

Hui Yue was seated within his tent. Next to him was a table and the small ground space was covered with chairs as all the Saints decided to wait in Hui Yue’s tent. Some were drinking wine from crystal glasses, others were deep in discussion about the outcome of the war, while others were busy eating snacks as if nothing major was going to happen soon.