Three days passed in the blink of an eye.
The enormous walls of Anyang Immortal City were already filled with squads of cultivators.
Several thousand cultivators stood arranged in battle formations, an immensely formidable sight.
Zhou Ling had also learned that Anyang Immortal City normally had four thousand cultivators stationed there.
With the Beast Tide erupting, the other cultivators had all been sent by the Dao Alliance as reinforcements.
As long as one was willing to come to Anyang Immortal City, they could obtain a considerable amount of resources, while the military merits earned in battle would also be increased.
The higher one's cultivation, the more resources one would receive.
Zhou Ling had never experienced anything like this before.
However, Dean Gong was by his side, and Chen Zhanglei had also promised that he would not be placed in mortal danger.
Moreover, [Crisis Deduction] had not appeared, so he was not quite so afraid.
Of course, faced with a vast black mass of Demon Beasts, including no small number of Third Order and Fourth Order Demon Beasts, it would be impossible to say he was not afraid.
"The Demon Beasts are here!"
That day, Zhou Ling, Dean Gong, and the others were practicing the Heavenly Gate Sword Light Formation.
Steward Luo suddenly shouted from the air.
Boom! Boom!
A series of war drums rang out.
Rumble!
The ground began to tremble!
The roars and explosive cries of the Demon Beasts were like a sudden barrage of firecrackers, deafening to the ears.
Everyone began flying up onto the city walls.
Across the boundless plains, Demon Beasts of every shape and form formed a vast black tide as they surged toward Anyang Immortal City.
Zhou Ling focused his gaze and saw that the Demon Beasts charging at the very front were led