An Army of One

The Stele Demons surged toward the valley shrouded in fiery clouds like a black tide.

They poured out from every corner of the Wasteland, dense and countless, as though the soil beneath the entire Wasteland were oozing black pus and blood.

The Stele Demons did not form a large, unified battle formation. Instead, they advanced toward the valley in scattered groups of dozens or hundreds.

Viewed from the sky, the vast Wasteland resembled a polluted canvas, while the Stele Demon clusters were black blotches of various sizes rapidly and resolutely converging on its center.

The foremost Stele Demons could already clearly see the burning orange-red cloud on the distant horizon.

The heavenly energy spilling from the Body Burning Tribulation held an irresistible allure for them, like the scent of blood to sharks.

Greed flared in their eyes. Their footsteps quickened, and their howls rose and fell, echoing across the empty Wasteland.

"Damn, there are so many Stele Demons!"

Wahage stood atop a mountain and watched from afar. When he saw the Stele Demons sweeping forward like a Black Tide, a cold smile appeared on his lips.

Qin Tian, let's see how you protect your subordinates now!

Aside from Wahage, the teams Qin Tian had just driven away were also watching from afar, waiting to see him make a fool of himself.

Against such an enormous Stele Demon army, even if Ice Extreme Pass deployed every last soldier, it would merely be a mantis trying to stop a chariot.

Qin Tian, Qin Tian, you're courting death!

Inside the valley, Li Qi was undergoing his tribulation.

Bear, Tireda, Old Ghost, and Ran Tu guarded the area nearby without taking a single step away.

Meanwhile, Qin Tian stood alone on a mountain several dozen kilometers from the valley, Hidden Kill in hand, his