Time flew like an arrow. In the blink of an eye, more than two months had passed. The Demon Race's sea territory had been swallowed by over thirty thousand li, while the newly gained waters covered more than ten times that area. At this point, the East Sea cultivators finally halted their advance.
The outcome of Tian Ziqing and the others' discussion that day had been this: aside from having Ascension Stage cultivators patrol during rest periods, aided by Yan Chihuo's Spiritual Eye, the Ascension Stage cultivators unanimously agreed to accelerate their offensive and compress the Demon Race's range of activity.
Who would have thought that over these past two months, the Demon Race would merely shrink their sphere of activity, handing vast stretches of sea over to the human race without a fight. Although the East Sea cultivators had seized a great deal of territory, they had killed very few demons. The occasional fool who failed to recognize the situation and was slain by human cultivators was, at most, at the Origin Core Stage. In truth, the East Sea cultivators' battle gains had not grown.
Over the past two months, the Demon Race had also used spatial gates and spatial invisibility talismans for sneak attacks. However, since the human cultivators had been prepared, they gained no advantage. After launching two or three such attacks, the demons did not even bother with that method anymore.
Though the human cultivators had occupied such an enormous expanse of sea, everyone knew that they could not hold it. And if they continued attacking, the battle line could no longer be stretched any farther. That was the true reason the human cultivators' advance had come to a stop.
In a remote little town within the Tianyang Kingdom stood a house that looked utterly ordinary