Before Yan Mountain Pass, the setting sun was like blood.
As the main arrowhead of the Human Race's sortie beyond the pass to strike the Asura lines and reinforce the Crown Prince of Qin, Xu Wang had been surrounded here for a long time.
During their dash toward the Yan Mountain battlefield, Jiang Wang witnessed another application of perception.
The Crown Prince of Great Qin's command over perception was exceedingly tyrannical. He imposed it through supreme authority, compelling all sounds under heaven to be heard by him, all sights under heaven to be seen by him, while making the heavenly might invisible and inaudible to the masses.
The seven of them crossed the battlefield, brushing past the Asura army as though traversing a desolate wilderness. The Asuras were like withered grass, vainly surrendering to the winter wind.
Not only were the sentries scattered across the sky and ground rendered utterly useless, even the Eye of the Abyss suspended high in the sky remained unaware throughout.
In terms of controlling perception, Jiang Wang himself could attempt to evade that terrifying eye. But covering so many people while simultaneously escaping detection was absolutely impossible.
"Nothing but human forms as far as the eye can see." Gan Chang'an suddenly sighed as they flew at swift speed.
No one else spoke.
In the Ancient Era, the Demon Race Heavenly Court ruled the myriad heavens and worlds. Its territory could not be measured, nor could the races beneath its command be counted.
It was precisely because rule had become such an arduous matter—and because the Demon Race's true powerhouses had long possessed everything, free of desire and want, needing only time and energy for cultivation and to explore the eternity beyond the absolute pinnacle—that they used the Demon Race's Dao bodies as molds to create