Translator's Note: Micro-insects have been changed to micro-bugs, which I believe is a more general term than insects. As usual, thank you very much to everyone who contributes to fixing the various mistakes/typos and improve the translation!

It was exactly midnight.

Both sides had finished forming their battle lines. The Shamans’ world-famous Mad Beast had also made their grand entrance.

A Mad Beast was almost two zhang tall and shaped like a rhinoceros. It had thick bony plates extending from the back of their heads, forming a natural armor. Armored saddles were mounted on their backs, each carrying several Warlocks and archers.

A Mad Beast was naturally covered in thick, hardy scales, but the Shamans had further clad them in heavy steel armor and transformed them into veritable moving fortresses.

What truly drew everyone’s attention, though, were the five Great Shamans lined up in a row in the air.

The Great Shaman in the center of the row was much larger than the others—even slightly larger than the Mad Beasts themselves. Standing in the air, he radiated an unbridled aura of inevitability as a dark-green tornado shot straight toward the heavens!

Beside Wei Yuan, Trueman Chu He said a grave expression, “If that old scoundrel Fen Hai is present, then summon him now. In fact, call every other senior from your hall. This old Daoist cannot fend off this many opponents by himself.”

“The elders are all lying in wait, biding their time,” Wei Yuan declared as if it were the truth.

Upon hearing Wei Yuan’s words, Trueman Chu He’s expression eased slightly.

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