The Wuchang Ghost Sect's way of doing things was nowhere near as mild as Tianji Pavilion's. Since An Wusheng wanted to do a big job, he would naturally become even more unscrupulous.
After the Dragon Bone Flying Boat entered the Wanhua Mountain Range, several days later, the hundred-zhang-long flying boat arrived at the Gray Horn Green Ox's Tribal Land in the northeast of the Wanhua Mountain Range.
The Gray Horn Green Ox clan was a Demon Race in the Wanhua Mountain Range that was neither high nor low. Within the clan was a Demon King, but this Demon King had a comparatively mild temperament, and since advancing to Demon King, he had not left the Tribal Land for eight hundred years.
To put it simply, this was a homebody ox. His favorite thing was staying at home and sleeping soundly, paying no attention whatsoever to the affairs of the Outside World.
This also caused the Gray Horn Green Ox clan, despite clearly having a Demon King to Hold the Fort, to only be able to occupy a corner of the Wanhua Mountain Range and be unable to enter the Depths of the Wanhua Mountain Range.
Yet today, such a harmless Demon Race was actually facing the calamity of being exterminated.
Beneath a clear sky stretching ten thousand li, the hundred-zhang-long Dragon Bone Flying Boat suddenly descended above the Gray Horn Green Ox's Tribal Land.
Several green oxen that had only just advanced into Demonic Beasts flicked their tails, looking at the enormous flying boat in the sky with curious gazes.
"Moo~~ What is that?"
"It looks like a flying boat. I hear Human Race Cultivators like using flying boats to travel!"
"Why is it so big? It looks much bigger than the old ancestor!"
The green oxen had Not at