At the same time, Within the Light Screen, miserable screams and shrill wails rose and fell, ringing in their ears.
Countless sea creatures and Demon Race Mortal Cultivators who had failed to evacuate in time were entangled by the bloody baleful aura.
Their souls endured the utmost torment and pain.
They struggled and wailed madly, yet had no strength whatsoever to break free.
Those scenes of despair and carnage were incomparably real, striking straight at the heart.
They made every Demon Race Mortal Cultivator below tremble in spirit, chills running through their bodies.
The enormous plaza instantly fell into a dead silence so complete that a needle dropping could be heard.
Yet beneath that silence surged boundless fury, panic, and grief—like a volcano on the verge of eruption, with undercurrents raging, ready to explode at a touch.
The eyes of countless Demon Race Mortal Cultivators quietly reddened, crimson veins crawling across their pupils. The demon aura around them churned in disorder as murderous and violent emotions bred wildly.
They were all Demon Race Mortal Cultivators, and they had long understood that beyond the True Dragon Sea lay the settlements of countless Demon Race branches.
Most of those left behind were the old and weak of each clan.
Now that bloody baleful aura had engulfed the sea and strange phenomena arose one after another, those unguarded clansmen had most likely all met with disaster, their minds eroded by the bloody baleful aura until they became bloodthirsty beasts.
Their kin were suffering; their clans had been struck by calamity.
Towering fury and gut-wrenching worry instantly swept through the hearts of the demons.
The next moment.
The dead silence was abruptly shattered.
Impassioned, grief-stricken voices rang out one after another, filling heaven and earth.
"Commander-in-Chief! What exactly is going on? Where did this