The demons who had never tasted human flesh felt their throats tighten and their insides burn. They immediately scattered, frantically scouring the surrounding human settlements by following scents, traces, astral signs, and trails of blood.
Even the old monsters who had secluded themselves for ten thousand years to avoid calamity were alarmed. Some were eager to break through their bottlenecks, while others harbored ulterior motives. One after another, they emerged from seclusion, unleashing an unprecedented hunting frenzy.
In the sky, demonic birds flapped their wings, their twin wings blotting out the Sunlight as they whipped up thousand-zhang gales. Flying sand struck people's faces, stones rolled like locusts, and a thousand miles became no more than a snap of the fingers. Their eagle-like sharp eyes swept across the land, and the instant they spotted cooking smoke, they plummeted like falling stars. Their massive claws swept across the ground, snatched up helpless old and young people, and carried them into the sky.
On the ground, wild beasts transformed and rode clouds of every color—red, orange, cyan, and purple—churning like waves. They crossed a thousand miles in an instant and came and went like lightning. Above the clouds, human men and women, old and young, had already been rendered unconscious by the demonic aura, their limp bodies piled together.
Those who could not yet ride clouds revealed their true forms, their fangs glinting viciously and their sharp claws radiating cold. Roaring enough to shake the forests, they surged out from Buzhou Mountain and rampaged in every direction. Divine detection abilities were cast in succession, and tracking techniques emerged one after another. Countless humans were either torn to pieces on the spot or bound by chains of vital energy and dragged away, leaving winding trails of blood behind them.
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