But it was truly an extremely bitter battle. Ao'ye and his several dozen team members had to fend off forty to fifty great mystic cultivators levels 12 and above, in addition to more than a hundred mystic beasts.
The Night Pavilion's three teams amounted to several dozen members, but only three people, including himself, were left.
Ao'ye didn't know how he descended the snowy peaks. Yet when he finally struggled to open his eyes after someone shook him back and forth, he saw several familiar faces.
He recognized them as people from the Three Sects.
"Young Brother, how are you? Why are you here?" Daybreak Sect's Sect Master Liang Wanshan asked him anxiously, "Do you know what happened on these snowy peaks?"
Ao'ye was at a loss from the sudden series of questions.
"Who are you?" Duan Yue abruptly hoisted him up, his peach-blossom eyes glossed with cruelty. "You?"
