Whoosh!
The setting sun was red as blood,
and the earth lay in utter ruin. The ground ahead was pocked with a continuous stretch of enormous craters, while huge swathes of soil, battered by the terrifying battle, had split open one after another into vast abyssal fissures.
The earth heaved, and mountains tilted.
Smoke and dust shot into the sky,
while trails of blood streaked the ground,
which was littered with corpses of every size.
They were piled up like mountains.
Some belonged to strange beasts, while others belonged to humans.
The former clearly outnumbered the latter.
Relying on the formation and the terrain, they had dealt the tide of strange beasts a devastating blow.
The slaughter had been brutal. Among the densely packed corpses on the ground, few remained whole.
All around,
the scattered cultivators emerged from the swaying formation base,
and began clearing the battlefield.
Some gathered the remains of their comrades; some cleared away the mountains of strange beast corpses blocking the way; others began repairing the damaged and shattered formation.
There was no sorrow or fear on anyone's face,
only numbness.
Such high-intensity battles
had left them with no mind to think of anything else.
If not for the Sect's mission, as well as the unending stream of resources that would arrive afterward, the cultivators stationed here would likely have collapsed long ago.
At the back mountain,
Yan Kuangtu, standing at a high point, saw this scene,
and let out a sigh,
saying nothing.
He raised his head and looked towards the gloomy sky.
His gaze seemed to pierce through layers of void, seeing several terrifying shadows drifting beyond. Their power distorted the vacuum, casting vast and dreadful shadows upon heaven and earth.
They were four Abyssal Demon commanders!
In recent days, under their leadership, countless