Blood soaked the earth. Flocks of demonic birds circled above the broken walls and ruined ramparts, yet amid the rubble, straight and stalwart figures still stood one after another.
The protective grand array was riddled with holes, and the city wall tottered on the verge of collapse. Every charge of the Beast Tide could cause this defensive line to crumble completely.
The countless hundreds of millions of mortals in the Lu Kingdom Cultivation World faced the threat of death at every moment.
Even if every battlefield was facing the impact of the Beast Tide, reinforcements still poured in endlessly from all directions. In the firmament, on the plains, in the hills, and even amid mountains of corpses and seas of blood, they fought the Demon Race to the death.
With their own flesh and blood and unyielding spines, they formed the third defensive line of the Lu Kingdom Cultivation World.
Everyone knew this land beneath their feet could no longer be held, but they still threw themselves forward like moths to the flame, one after another, fighting to buy time for the transfer behind them.
But to mortals, this land was simply far too vast.
They had lived their entire lives within the circumscribed Mortal World. When had they ever seen such broad heavens and earth?
From one cultivation world to another—for them, that was a distance they could never reach even if they spent their entire lives.
And so, the other cultivation worlds brought out almost all their flying boats, as well as every flying magic artifact capable of carrying people, with Golden Core True Persons personally escorting them. Each trip could transfer several million people.
Among them, the key role was not played by those large Cross-Domain Flying Boats, but by a flying magic artifact called the [Paper