Battlefield

Shi Lan's heart sank. Whatever could shake such an enormous warship had terrifying power.

As she was pondering this, the Demon-Suppressing Token in her arms grew warm, and Bai Weiyang's orders came through.

Shi Lan swung onto her dragon-horse. Following orders, she had the Body Tempering Realm martial artists share mounts with the Demon-Suppressing Army, then led her nearly thousand subordinates onto the deck. More than five thousand members of the Demon-Suppressing Army and nearly ten thousand martial artists were already there.

At the very center of the deck, a shallow crater nearly ten zhang wide had appeared. Beside it lay the corpse of a giant demon bird, about a hundred zhang long and resembling an eagle, its wings fiery red.

The bird's head had been severed from its body, and a sword wound marked its neck. Blood flowed from its chest like molten lava, blazing hot and brilliant red.

In the distance, demonic energy surged into the sky, rising and condensing into a pitch-black demonic cloud. An utterly savage Killing Intent swallowed up a vast stretch of sky.

Nearly half of the ten thousand martial artists were cowed by this Killing Intent. An inexplicable panic gripped their hearts, their hands and feet went weak, and their strength dropped by nearly thirty percent.

Shi Lan gazed at the demonic cloud in the distance and summoned the Violet Star Seven-Star Halberd. Only when she gripped it in her hand did she feel a little more at ease.

Before now, she had seen a demonic cloud like this only once, when she encountered a shapeshifting Demon King. That cloud's presence had clearly been weaker than this one.

After scanning the deck, Shi Lan furrowed her brow in puzzlement. There were no demon-breaking crossbows, bed crossbows, or Cloud-Piercing Arrows. What were they going