The demon army finally set off at the first hint of dawn. Like a cloud of demonic locusts, they surged onward, darkening the sky over Winterdraw. With forbidding momentum, the ten tribes encircled the sea around the island so tightly that not even a mosquito could slip through.

They’d meticulously prepared the positioning of their various forces. Everyone knew the role they had to play.

Learning from past failures, the six forefathers of the celestial tribe deployed their tribe’s domain as soon as the army was in place. This was both to safeguard their forces and to prevent Jiang Chen from using possible confusion...