Under the gloomy sky, fierce winds howled.
A figure clad in dark gold braced against the gale, moving against it to a desolate wilderness. The place was already crowded with nearly a hundred people waiting for some time.
"So, you are the ones here to provide assistance?" Qing Yu's gaze swept over them, "One hundred and nine people, with twenty in the Divine Origin Realm and three in the True Pill Realm. The strength seems a bit lacking."
The Yin Demon Sect did not send anyone themselves, but had the remaining three sects come in their stead.
The Demon Sword Dao, Doomed Hall, and Purgatory Peak. Among those from the Demon Sword Dao, Qing Yu caught sight of a somewhat familiar figure. Who was he again?
Hmm...
It seemed to be the young man the Demon Sword Dao sent during the contest for the Heavenly Calculation Inheritance. That young man had bluntly pointed out the fact that Qing Yu was deaf, leaving a profound impression on him.