The Jiu Li Tribe had now become a demonic domain.
The villages that had once been dotted with curling cooking smoke were now shrouded in black fog.
By this time, the place was already filled with demonic soldiers.
Inside the largest stone house at the center of the tribe, Chi You reclined sideways upon a bone throne.
His right hand gently stroked the Tiger Soul Blade at his side. Its blade was streaked black and red, with a faint bloody glow flowing across it.
Six generals wrapped in demonic qi stood to either side, each with red light shining from their eyes and killing intent so dense it seemed tangible.
They had once been Chi You's most trusted brothers, but now they had become demonic generals.
"Lord Chi You."
A tall, thin demonic general stepped forward, his voice hoarse. "The scouts report that Human Emperor Di Xuan is personally leading a great army toward us, along with the Dragon Race..."
"The Dragon Race?" Chāturmahārājakāyika Bodhisattva curled his lips into a sinister smile. "Those worms want to join in too? Perfect. We'll wipe them all out in one go."
Beneath him, a black-and-white Iron-eating Beast lay prone on the ground, cautiously sneaking glances at its master.
It remembered that a thousand years ago, its master had been imposing but always wore a hearty smile. He would stroke its head and say, "You fool, I'm taking you to hunt mountain boars today."
But ever since that blade appeared, everything had changed.
The Iron-eating Beast let out a low whimper, yet did not dare approach.
"Report—!"
A demonic soldier rushed into the stone house and dropped to his knees. "My lord! The Human Race vanguard has broken through the first line of defense. Our losses are severe!"
Red light flared in Chāturmahārājakāyika Bodhisattva's