Qin Fengming had finished all the preparations he could make beforehand. Now, the rest was up to the berserk ferocious beasts scattered across most of Hidden Blade Valley.
Countless ferocious beasts raced across the region. Though they clashed with one another, not a single one stopped to fight.
The beasts seemed to share a destination in the dark, and every one of them wanted to be the first to arrive.
Ghostly wails, wolf howls, ape cries, and tiger roars filled the world with clamorous beastly cries. The sounds spread like surging ocean tides, masking the entire sky and earth.
Countless ferocious beasts raced and fled across the world, a dark, pressing mass as though the apocalypse had descended. A chaotic and immense aura of terror swept across the land. Peaks and rocks shattered, while towering trees were engulfed by the fierce, howling aura, uprooted, and crushed into splinters.
What kind of scene was this? If Jun Yan had not been there, even Qin Fengming would have felt his scalp go numb upon witnessing it and would have fled as far away as possible.
It was a Beast Tide, and among it were no shortage of wild ferocious beasts comparable to Mahayana cultivators—moreover, they were social beasts.
Each ferocious beast had thick hide and rugged flesh and feared neither heaven nor death. The auras of the beast hordes merged together, forming terrifying attacks. Even without a Mahayana ferocious beast among them, the hordes were fully capable of contending with the Mahayana realm.
How many beast hordes were there? It was impossible to count. Qin Fengming made a rough estimate and guessed there were several hundred clans.
In just a few days, he had lured all the beast hordes within a radius of ten million miles here. The number of demon beasts