Flying Moth Demon's Scheme; Opportunity for an Emperor-level Great Demon

Chiyo sped east at full speed, the sound of him tearing through the air booming like thunder.

After flying for an entire day, the closer he got to the Eastern Border, the stranger the Demonic Energy in the air became.

It was not purely natural Demonic Power, but a mixture of blood, decay, and a sickeningly sweet stench.

Near dusk.

When Chiyo crossed the final mountain range, the sight before him made his crimson eyes contract sharply.

Below was no longer the familiar lush forest of the Western Country, but a scorched wasteland.

The earth looked as though it had been gnawed apart by some colossal beast, covered in deep pits and ravines. The once-unbroken forests had been reduced to charred remnants of branches.

Even more horrifyingly, the corpses of countless demon beasts and demon clansmen lay scattered everywhere. Every body was shriveled like dead wood, as if all its blood had been completely drained.

A faint purple-black mist hung in the air.

Wherever it passed, even the hardiest wild grass rapidly withered.

"Flying Moth Demon's Demonic Mist..."

Chiyo recalled the records in the ancient texts. The Flying Moth Demon clan was born with demon arts capable of devouring life force; wherever they went, not even a blade of grass would survive.

He accelerated, flying toward the strongest battle fluctuations.

Three hundred li away, in a valley.

The cries of battle shook the heavens, while the booms of colliding Demonic Power rolled on like unending thunder.

Chiyo hovered in the air, looking down at the battlefield below with a grave expression.

The battlefield was divided into three sections.

At the outermost perimeter, several thousand members of the Dog Demon Tribe, Wolf Demon Tribe, and Feather Demon Tribe Allied Forces were locked in brutal combat with an overwhelming army of Moth