The Demon Race was a strange race—at least, that was how it seemed from Zhang Yang's perspective.
By today, he had seen Eagle Demons, Deer Demons, Wolf Demons, Bear Demons, Leopard Demons, Fox Demons, as well as Insect Demons, Lion Demons, Exotic Beast Demons, Wood Demons, Fire Demons, and more than twenty other varieties.
So when he saw a Stone Demon, he no longer found it particularly strange.
For the past three days, Zhang Yang had been tailing the Reincarnator army responsible for hunting down the Demon Race. Today, he finally found an opening.
Because they encountered a powerful Stone Demon.
This Stone Demon really was nothing more than a stone. It was not a rock giant, much less some gaudy monstrosity with hundreds of hands and hundreds of feet.
It was simply a stone, lying there in silence.
Yesterday, while following those soldiers, Zhang Yang had seen the stone from far away.
Then today, he noticed that its position had shifted several meters from where it had been yesterday. That alone was enough to put him on guard. When the two thousand soldiers hunting the Demon Race passed by the stone, he did not follow them.
Then, the mutation erupted. The stone, which had originally been only the size of a sedan, suddenly split into thousands of fragments and exploded outward like cannon shells.
It was a massacre!
Everything within a five-hundred-meter radius instantly became an asura field.
Those soldiers, clad in armor specially designed to counter the Demon Race's spiritual qi and wielding weapons that restrained spiritual qi, were like snowmen. More than half of them were shattered in the blink of an eye.
Afterward, those fragments seemed to gain sentience. They fused with earth, flesh, vegetation, and stone, forming a huge stone sphere more than fifty meters