Just as everyone was still immersed in the heavenly phenomenon of the spirit mine's arrival, an ear-splitting roar suddenly came from the horizon.
The sky, once as clear as a washed jade, abruptly darkened as vast black clouds swept in, carrying a reeking wind.
Tens of thousands of red-eyed Demon Wolves galloped over blood-colored clouds, followed closely by herds of iron-armored rhinoceroses whose every step made the mountains tremble.
Everyone turned to look, only to see countless monster beasts flooding into the Myriad Phenomena Domain like a tidal wave.
Their numbers were staggering. The densely packed monster beasts looked like a black ocean.
"Th-this is the Howling Moon Wolf Pack of the Azure Underworld Mountain Range! Three years ago, they slaughtered three cities in the Nanli Kingdom!" an elderly cultivator said, his face pale and his voice trembling.
Before his words had faded, another piercing cry rang out.
The Fire Feather Vulture Pack blotted out the sky as it streaked across the heavens like blazing flames. The Golden Crown Vulture King at their head had a wingspan of nearly a hundred feet, its eyes gleaming with savage ferocity.
"Is this... a Beast Tide?" a young cultivator cried out in terror, instinctively producing a magic artifact as he fumbled to defend himself.
They knew all too well how terrifying a Beast Tide was.
On the Xuantian Continent, a single Beast Tide had claimed the lives of countless cultivators, reducing prosperous towns to ruins in an instant.
No one wanted to experience such a scene. That despair and terror were still deeply branded into their hearts.
But they seemed to have forgotten that this was the Myriad Phenomena Domain. A Beast Tide could never occur here.
The next moment, the monster beasts that had been restless just moments before seemed to be