Although most cultivators had remained safe while resisting the Demon Race's assault, more than a thousand cultivators had still fallen beneath the beasts' sharp claws. Some had even been swallowed whole, leaving not a trace of their remains.
No one present felt sorrow over the deaths of their fellow cultivators. At most, they sighed softly and let the matter pass. Even when the dead had been fellow disciples or members of the same sect, no one felt much grief. At most, they collected the deceased's belongings. Whether those items would later be returned to the sect or Lineage, no one knew.
After fighting against the enemy together two or three times, the more than twenty Foundation Establishment cultivators standing beside Qin Fengming felt extraordinarily grateful toward him.
Whenever a dangerous situation arose, Qin Fengming would unleash his Thunderclap Hand, breaking through the peril in an instant. Thus far, apart from the occasion when they had been surrounded by demonic birds, these twenty-odd Foundation Establishment cultivators had encountered nothing else that threatened their lives.
Just as Baishi City was under assault by more than a hundred thousand demonic beasts, far away, atop a lofty mountain a million miles away, stood an extremely imposing Cave Abode. At that moment, three shapeshifted demonic beasts were seated inside it.
Of the three shapeshifted demonic beasts, one had a body covered in blood-red scales—even his head was covered in them. The one on the left had a human body and a wolf's head. The third looked like a young child; his entire body and face were purple-brown. His five features were all present, but his pupils were an extraordinarily vivid emerald green.
All three shapeshifted demonic beasts were at the eighth level.
"Chik, chik, chik."
Following three faint sounds, three yellow streaks shot into the