"They're coming!" In the quiet wait, Han Molong's voice suddenly rang out.
The people in the East Camp, who were hastily recovering their energy, looked up, and indeed saw a large area of flowing light rapidly approaching.
The South and West troops, eighteen Constellations, stood boldly, without any concealment.
In fact, there was no way to conceal anything. In such a situation, in such an environment, there was no room for any schemes or plots. To attack the East Camp by force, they had to rely on the true strength of the two divisions.
Just three miles away from the East Camp's platform, the cultivators of the two divisions stopped.
Ye Chaoqun and Duan Xiuchen stood side by side, their eyes complex as they looked ahead. The four Spirit Orbs that had been properly placed were now so glaring. Such a situation should have appeared in their own camp, but it now appeared in the East.
