Demons were demons, not gods who had lost a struggle.
However filthy gods might be, at least they kept up appearances and generally pursued prosperity. Even when they lost their struggles, it had nothing to do with ordinary living beings. Demons were different. They were like expired poison—no one knew what effect they would have.
Perhaps cancer cells were a more fitting comparison. Wherever they went, that place was finished.
The war between gods and demons had run through the entire history of civilization. It had never stopped since the first written records appeared. On the Heavenly Court's side, murals, books, and songs all sang praises of gods, depicting divine generals and heavenly soldiers as mighty and extraordinary, victorious in a hundred battles.
Bai Yujun guessed the Devil Race did much the same. These days, no matter what one did, one had to rely on boasting.
She recalled the many war murals in the Dragon Palace deep within the Southern Wilderness Hundred Thousand Mountains. Their opponents had been wicked demons. Clearly, the struggle between gods and demons had spread across countless Great Worlds and Small Worlds.
At that very moment, people within the city began dissolving like windblown sand, streaming endlessly toward a certain place...
There was no distinction of distance, only random slaughter. Bai Yujun noticed that as the death toll rose, the black water began spreading faster as well, gradually turning the moat black.
She did not know why it had only activated after so many years. Bai Yujun's cultivation was too low, and what she knew was limited.
The Loose Immortal Xia looked frightened.
"It's too late! No wonder there were no high-ranking demons. The demons left behind are sacrifices too. In the end, blackness will drown the entire Minglan Great World. Every living being will die..."