While the upper echelons of the Demon Race discussed this major operation...
Countless Demon Race cultivators of varying forms from the middle and lower ranks gathered in clusters, standing atop floating Demon Race reefs suspended above the sea, their shrill whispers weaving together.
Sea demons clad in scales extended their Divine Sense, staring fixedly at the distant human race defensive line;
Winged flying demons circled high overhead, their gazes sweeping warily across the endless human race fortifications;
Veteran Demon Cultivators, meanwhile, frowned deeply, their fingers calculating and deducing as their expressions turned grave.
The human race's recent movements had been far too unusual. Their defensive line across ten thousand miles of sea had been laid out layer upon layer, pressing forward step by step.
Such a grand and conspicuous deployment filled the entire Demon Race allied force with unease. None could fathom just what sort of trump card the human race was plotting.
Yet not a scrap of the clamor and discussion outside reached Cheng Buzheng's ears.
Clad in a plain dark robe, its hem casually stirred by the biting sea wind, he stood suspended atop the cloud layer, tall and solitary.
Clouds churned around him and fierce astral winds howled, yet neither could come within three feet of him, all blocked outside by an invisible barrier.
Cheng Buzheng continued his slow inspection along the human race defensive line, which stretched unbroken for ten thousand miles across the vast ocean.
That defensive line was like a slumbering steel dragon, lying across the maritime boundary between humans and demons. The islands were covered in Restrictions, and every checkpoint was under tight guard.
His steps were unhurried as his Divine Sense spread outward like flowing water, meticulously examining every node of the defensive line.
Whenever he arrived at a section of the