This time, the main force of the Devil Race's surprise attack on Xuan Guang Heaven was a colossal army cobbled together from dozens of Devil Race Planes.
And the place the Devil Race had chosen to launch its counterattack was Man Rong Heaven, where its forces had gathered in strength.
This plane, saturated with demonic energy and deprived of daylight year-round, had now become a slaughterhouse where countless demons converged.
Hundreds of Devil Race clans had been forcibly conscripted. The number of cultivators participating in the battle had long since exceeded the limits of common sense; calling it astronomical was still not enough to describe its scale.
Looking out, every last gap was packed with surging demonic figures. There was no way to count their exact number.
Beneath the heavens and across the earth of Man Rong Heaven, endless Devil Race cultivators filled every corner. Their shadows stretched like a boundless black tide, almost completely blotting out the sky and earth of the plane.
As demonic energy churned, even the light was swallowed, leaving only suffocating darkness and oppression.
Everywhere the eye could see was a dense mass of Devil Race clans in all sorts of strange forms.
Scale-armored Demon Generals, Demonic Birds whose wingspans blotted out the sky, and demons oozing pus pressed shoulder to shoulder, crushing one another. There was not even the slightest gap to catch their breath. Their shrieks and roars shook the heavens and earth until they trembled faintly.
The Devil Race higher-ups taking part in the surprise attack on Xuan Guang Heaven had never dreamed that the Super Starry Sky Gate they had built by exhausting countless resources and combining the power of dozens of planes would be utterly destroyed by Human Race cultivators in a single stroke.
That had been their only passage