This day.
South of Demon Star City.
At the edge of the horizon, the once-clear sky was suddenly covered by a heavy, leaden shadow.
A war formation of countless enormous Spirit Boats, blotting out the sky and sun!
The dense formation of Human Race Spirit Boats was like a mountain range rising from beneath the horizon, slowly advancing from afar with an austere, murderous aura that crushed all before it.
This was likely the grandest Human Race Cultivator legion in the history of the Demon Star Sea—even the entire Qingxuan Realm.
The vast network of fortifications built by the Demon Star City allied forces to the south now seemed somewhat frail before this silent, approaching army of cultivators.
Behind the fortifications, countless Demon Race warriors stood in strict formations, banners snapping in the wind, Demonic Energy soaring into the heavens. Yet even so, the tension filling the air had nearly solidified.
Many Demon Race warriors, ordinarily known for their brutality and savagery, instinctively trembled before this gathering storm.
"Th-they've really started the war!"
"These Human Race scum... how dare they..."
"Have they gone mad?! They actually dare to launch a frontal assault on Demon Star City?!"
Noisy curses, fierce only on the surface, echoed softly through the Demon Race camp.
At least during these years, as the Human Race steadily entrenched itself throughout the Demon Star Sea, the Demon Race's contemptuous terms for humans had quietly shifted from the lowest "meatworms" and "two-legged beasts" to the somewhat wary "scum."
The change in address was itself a silent footnote to the gradual tilt in the balance of power.
Just as every Demon Race warrior's attention was fixed upon the approaching, seemingly uniform and slow-moving formation of enormous Spirit Boats, their taut nerves calculating the distance as they prepared to meet the