Above the newly constructed outline of the Shaman city, several Great Shamans were standing in the air, silently watching as squad after squad of soldiers marched into the city.

Boats were sailing into the city along several waterways. Though the cargo ships weren’t large, they were all fully loaded. The line of ships stretched as far as the eye could see.

In the distance, on the other side of the Shaman city, a vast, luminous veil stretching from heaven to earth could be faintly discerned. Its light was so clear and bright that the Great Shamans all found it to be somewhat blinding. It certainly wasn’t nearly as soothing as the deep green of the Shaman realm.

From the perspective of the Shaman city, Qingming looked as though a chunk had been forcibly carved out of the very heart of the world.

On the walls of the Shaman city, countless slaves toiled laboriously, hauling cut stone blocks onto the ramparts to continuously raise and reinforce them. With every layer of bricks laid, a Warlock would step forward to sprinkle fresh blood and recite a spell, causing the blood to seep into the stone and turn it a faint, dark red. The blood was primarily human blood mixed with other types of impure and poisonous blood. It was specifically designed to dispel the Pure Realm of Humanity.

However, the Great Shamans still looked worried. One of them said, “The city’s defenses are still far from sufficient; it won’t even block one strike from Yue Jinshan.”

“That old bastard’s first strike is just too vicious. Anyone who attempts to block it will simply die. We might as well let him attack the city.”

“Lord Redleaf is pressing us urgently. Should we...