Hell Monsoon still raged, the pitch-black river surging onward and corrupting every stretch of time and space it passed through.
More and stronger demonic auras continuously poured forth from the depths of the monsoon, like a school of sharks that had caught the scent of blood.
But with Fang Qing, this god of slaughter, standing before her, the Eldest Miss unexpectedly felt an unprecedented sense of security and anticipation. She was very curious what other surprises this young saint could bring.
"Let's continue."
Fang Qing looked deeper into the monsoon, where demonic qi churned and muffled, war-drum-like rumbling could faintly be heard.
Fang Qing's domain remained in its optimal state, like an eternal lamp in the darkness, dispersing the surrounding demonic qi and deathly silence.
After advancing for roughly a hundred li, the scene before them suddenly changed!
Within the twisted time and space ahead, which Hell Monsoon had transformed into something like a rotten swamp, clumps of thick, inky demonic mist churned and condensed as though alive.
Within the demonic mist, a dense and orderly demonic army appeared!
Every one of these demons was humanoid, clad in bone or metal armor and wielding standard-issue demonic weapons. Their auras were heavy and restrained, their gazes cold and bloodthirsty, and their movements faintly followed a disciplined order.
Even more alarming, the weakest among this demonic army were all at the Life Seizing Realm.
The era when Life Seizing Realm experts were as common as ants had begun.
Tens of thousands of Life Seizing Realm demons spread across the entire field of vision like a black tide.
They stood in different formations: shield-bearing Heavy Armor Demon Soldiers, spear-wielding Piercing Demon Soldiers, as well as Curse Demon Witches and Shadow Demon Archers concealed within the ranks, holding staffs or bone bows... They were