On the third day of the first month, a great army pressed towards the borders.
In the four corners of the Heavenly Realm, battles erupted almost simultaneously.
The White Jade Tide surged across the skies, crashing towards the Divine Mountains in waves. Although each mountain was in a critical situation, such scenes were not the soldiers' greatest concern.
It wasn't that the tide wasn't fierce enough.
On the battlefield, if the slightest carelessness occurred among the Ran Gate Gods, they would be petrified, and the divine mountains would be subsequently destroyed.
However ferocious the Jade Venerable minions might be, they posed far less a threat to the Ran Gate than the Jade Venerable themselves!
The soldiers of each divine mountain resisted bitterly, resembling prisoners awaiting judgment, ever vigilant against the appearance of the massive Jade Venerables that could emerge from the White Jade Tide at any moment.
"Sssss…"
"Roar!!"
