"What army?" Hao Xuan questioned but the answer was revealed to him rather than answered.
Ashura of the Six Paths gigantic form that was holding him up suddenly disappeared and Hao Xuan was left floating within the sea of clouds by himself. He looked around confusedly for a moment but immediately after all the clouds were simply evaporated by a blaring sound.
*TUUUUUUUUUUUUU*
A war horn!
As loud as it was deep, the sound reverberated within every dark corner of the underworld. And it was even louder for Hao Xuan who for a moment was sent to an entirely different place.
He was standing at the edge of a cliff being ceaselessly battered by rain and ice.
Across from him on the other side was a hole torn into space, a portal into another world. There was a sea of armored men and beasts looking up at him. But as mighty as their numbers were they seemed to be shaking in fear.