Bitter winds howled. The dark sky seemed to be brewing a blizzard that would swallow all in its path.0

No more than a hundred meters from the ground, Wang Sheng flew swiftly on Flying Haze across the snowy plain. Faint arcs of lightning danced around him. The hem of his Flowing Celestial Robe fluttered lightly, and his long hair, tied back with a wooden hairpin, swayed gently in the wind.0

In his left hand, he held his mooncake-shaped phone. The map that it projected before him showed a flashing green dot, marking the position of his master. At the speed he was going, he calculated that it would take him just ten minutes to reach the location and provide support.0

The images that the monitoring satellite had sent back showed dozens of foreign cultivators besieging his master and the others. They had secured a defensible location, and none of the Daoist elders accompanying his master had suffered injuries, but the enemy had mobilized six to seven hundred cultivators for their elaborate trap. They had to have gathered plenty of intelligence beforehand.0

Since they dared strike and intercept his master, they had surely prepared to confront him head-on. According to previous intel, several powerful vampires who had lived...0