Thus, Ice Peng's party marched mightily eastward, their target pointing straight at the island where Dijun and Eastern Emperor Taiyi were hiding.
Along the way, they made no attempt to conceal their tracks, as though deliberately flaunting their might.
In Ice Peng's eyes, with this mighty army that had swept across the Northern Darkness, who in the world would dare bar their path? And who was worthy of making them detour or hide themselves?
Countless creatures of the Northern Darkness spotted this black-cloud force bearing down from afar, and instinctively shrank to either side, trembling;
those of weaker cultivation turned and ran outright, wishing they had two more legs, asking only to get as far away as possible—
before such a terrifying force, even a sidelong glance from them
might leave them without even the chance to flee for their lives!
Wherever Ice Peng passed, living beings scattered and all sounds fell silent, leaving only the howling cold wind.
Meanwhile, after a period of recruitment and training, Dijun and Eastern Emperor Taiyi's forces had also begun to take shape, gathering more than ten thousand demon soldiers.
The two personally oversaw their training, drilling them harshly—
they had to forge these originally undisciplined, wild Demon Race members
into true warriors with strict discipline, who obeyed every command without fail, in the shortest possible time.
Relying on hot-blooded slaughter alone would ultimately never suffice for a grand battle.
Back when the ancient Demon Court commanded hundreds of millions of demon soldiers, each one might have seemed ordinary, but in truth all had been tempered a thousand times over, skilled in battle formations and seamless in coordination. Only then could they sweep across the four directions in the great age of the Primordial Wilderness.
Once they joined forces and coordinated, forming a sufficiently