The human cultivators were still using this last bit of time to get themselves into shape and forge their divine weapons. From every angle, it was a sign that a great battle was imminent.
"These humans know we're not skilled in the soul and spiritual sense, so most of the grand arrays they've set up target the soul directly. Even I felt my blood run cold when I saw some of them."
"But we've already made our way deep into the human camp. These arrays can't affect us now."
They couldn't help feeling relieved.
These arrays were terrifying. Some were even personally overseen by Dao Lords. If they had faced them head-on, how could they have survived?
Fortunately, they had learned first that the humans were about to launch a decisive battle. They had slipped into the human heartland under cover of night to launch a surprise attack, giving the main force an advantage later.
"Silence."
The leading Demon Lord suddenly spoke.
"We're getting closer and closer to the human heartland. If the human Dao Venerables sense our spiritual communication, not only will this operation be ruined, but the spies we planted within the human ranks will be uprooted as well. Then we'll all be sinners in the eyes of the Demon Race."
Hearing this, the others understood the stakes and fell silent. They pressed onward until they reached a camp that was clearly much more lavish than the rest.
This was the camp of the Eight Great Sects' disciples. The aura coming from within marked it as the True Martial Sect's camp.
As Jiang Shu's fame grew, the True Martial Sect's standing had risen along with it.
The True Martial Sect cultivated the Dao of Strength, pursuing the principle that one force could break ten thousand techniques. With a