Chapter 611: The Grand Assault

Three days later. Near the end of the morning hour, Snow Sect lay smothered beneath a fog so thick it refused to thin. It was not weather. It was killing intent. Thirty miles outside the East Gate, the Realpeak Sect Camp had burned with lamplight all night. By dawn, every tent had been pulled up. A black mass of people surged over the hills like a flood, pressing toward Snow Sect's East Gate. War banners blotted out the sky. Blades and spears stood like a forest. With every step, the earth...