The night was as dark as ink, and the Thousand Poison Sect's iron cavalry surged toward the mountain gate of the Holy Pill Sect like a tidal wave.
Gu Sheng stood shoulder to shoulder with his master, Wen Mingyan, their gazes resolute as they stared at the flood of enemies charging toward them.
"Master, in this battle today, we must sever Wu Gui the old scoundrel's head!"
Gu Sheng's eyes glimmered with unwavering determination, his voice carrying an undeniable resolve.
Wen Mingyan nodded calmly, his gaze equally steadfast:
"Gu Sheng, you and I as master and disciple must let this Thousand Poison Sect know today that the Holy Pill Sect is not a place they can trample upon at will!"
As their words fell, the protective array of the Holy Pill Sect suddenly activated. Beams of light shot toward the sky, shrouding the entire mountain gate in radiant brilliance.
