Above the defensive line of Cliff Mountain Fortress, the sounds of slaughter and thunderous explosions had long since shaken heaven and earth. Bloodlust and Demonic Energy intertwined into a murky miasma that blanketed the battlefield overhead.
Li Wuya and Zheng Xinghuai stood solemnly, their swordlike brows tightly furrowed as they stared at the battlefield ahead, where flesh and blood flew in all directions. The veins on their sword-holding hands had long since bulged, and several times they had tried to stride toward the front lines, only to be stopped by Su Fan reaching out beside them.
"It's not time yet. What are you two rushing for..."
Su Fan's voice was calm as his gaze swept over the Human Race defensive line ahead.
"Although the defensive line is in grave danger now, its foundation remains intact. It's not your turn to act yet..."
The battle looked brutal, but if the two of them rashly led their sect elites to reinforce the front, they might instead disrupt the defensive deployment. It would be better to preserve a powerful reserve force.
Compared with Li Wuya and Zheng Xinghuai's anxiety, Su Fan found it inexplicably difficult to calm his own mind.
An indescribable restlessness, like a parasite gnawing into his bones, quietly wrapped itself around his heart.
Su Fan had experienced countless brushes with death. Relying on the experience he had gained crawling out of mountains of corpses and seas of blood time and again, he possessed an almost instinctive sensitivity to danger.
This restlessness was by no means groundless. A Great Tribulation capable of overturning the battle had already begun brewing in the shadows, and it was close at hand.
Su Fan's gaze swept across the roaring Demonic Beast horde charging before the defensive line. Where exactly did this danger originate? Could it