Finally, the mysterious force launched an attack. They appeared silently like phantoms, leading a large number of black-clothed figures, surging towards Spirit Mountain like a tidal wave. The overwhelming crowd, carrying an aura of dread, seemed to freeze the air wherever they passed.
The cultivators on Spirit Mountain, initially immersed in their individual cultivation, were suddenly awakened by this sudden crisis. They rushed out from their caves and courtyards, quickly picking up their weapons, with determination and resoluteness in their eyes, they engaged in a life-and-death battle with the enemy. The sound of battle cries and the clashing of weapons instantly shattered the usual tranquility of Spirit Mountain.
