Before the Devil Race Defense Line's pitch-black shield, the Ninth-Order Great Demons that had once been entrenched there had all been slaughtered by Su Fan, their corpses spread into a scarlet carpet of blood.
Now, he stood alone beneath the shield, the stench of blood still lingering around him.
Opposite him stood only that pitch-black barrier, radiating a sinister, icy aura and seemingly indestructible. Like a dormant giant beast, it firmly blocked the Human Race cultivators' path forward.
The next second, countless Ninth-Order Great Demons roared out of the darkness on both sides of the defense line. Their claws tore through the sky, while foul-smelling drool dripped between their fangs.
Their densely packed shadows blotted out the sky and sun as they pounced on Su Fan, carrying enough Baleful Qi to destroy heaven and earth.
Mad, frantic anxiety burned in their eyes. Only one thought remained in their hearts.
They absolutely could not let this Human Race cultivator break the Defensive Array. If the defense line, painstakingly devised by the Devil Race and established with countless drops of Essence Blood, were breached, all their schemes would come to naught.
What awaited them would be utter destruction.
Fear and unwillingness intertwined, transforming into the most violent killing intent and driving them to charge forward without fear of death.
On the Human Race's side, several figures broke through the chaos first. They were the Great Cultivators of the Integration Stage leading the force.
Their expressions were solemn as iron, and resolve was carved between their brows. They reacted almost instantly.
At this moment, every minute and every second was crucial. They had to do everything they could to buy Su Fan time, destroy this Devil Race Defensive Array, and tear open a gap in the defense line they had so carefully arranged.