A blood-colored plain.
A group of Guiyuan Sect disciples cautiously made their way across the blood-colored plain. Along the way, they had deliberately picked off demons that had been separated from the pack.
Thanks to their cautious approach, they had enjoyed a decent haul. Quite a few demons had fallen to their hands.
"Haha, we've made a pretty good haul this time."
"Yeah, not bad. I killed ten demons at the Divine Ability level."
"I killed twenty and got twenty Demon Cores."
"We've been pretty lucky. We may not be able to take first place in points, but at least we haven't come here in vain—we've got all these Demon Cores."
"Exactly. If we were outside, who knows how much effort it would take to get this many Demon Cores?"
The Guiyuan Sect disciples were quite satisfied. They knew their limits; there was no way they could claim first place. So their only goal now was to kill as many demons as possible and collect their Demon Cores.
Rumble!
While they were chatting, a tremendous tremor suddenly rose from the far end of the blood-colored plain. Tens of thousands of demons came charging toward them, like a stampeding herd of horses.
It was as if the demons had sensed their presence long ago and had come specifically to surround and slaughter them.
"We're done for! We're surrounded by a huge horde of demons!"
"What's going on? Why are there suddenly so many demons?"
"Run! Hurry! We can't fight this many demons. If we don't run, we'll die!"
"It's no use. We can't escape—they've already surrounded us."
"Damn it, we're so unlucky!"
The Guiyuan Sect disciples cursed furiously, gritting their teeth. Just moments earlier, they had been feeling triumphant and planning to kill a few more demons. They hadn't expected to