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The Demon Race might be completely wiped out by the human race.
This was an outcome that every Demon Race cultivator could never accept.
Thus, the closer the human allied forces drew to the True Dragon Sea, the greater the resistance they faced, and the harder the fighting became.
The war grew fiercer by the day, and casualties on both sides continued to climb.
Every day, countless cultivators and demons fell upon the battlefield, their bones sinking to the seabed to become food for fish and shrimp.
The boundary between the Inner Sea and the True Dragon Sea stretched for tens of thousands of miles. Almost every moment, the sounds of slaughter, clashing weapons, and exploding spells rang through heaven and earth, as vast numbers of human cultivators and demons perished in these waters.
Scalding blood merged with the frigid seawater, spreading with the waves and nearly dyeing this endless, horizonless battlefront red.
The seawater shimmered with a glaring dark crimson, and even the sea wind carried a pungent stench of blood that made one retch.
For a time, endless Killing Intent and a dense reek of blood filled heaven and earth. The Killing Intent condensed into mist, blotting out the sun and moon, until even sunlight struggled to pierce through.
The entire boundary line was shrouded in an aura of despair and carnage, like a living hell.
The brutal and furious war lasted a full seven days and seven nights.
Both sides traded blow for blow, suffering casualties too numerous to count, until the evening of the seventh day, when the flames of war finally eased somewhat.
During those seven days and seven nights, the Half Venerable powerhouses at the front personally witnessed the grievous losses suffered by the cultivators under their command. Watching the advance of the