Taking human form was merely for convenience; only by revealing their true forms could they unleash one hundred percent of their combat power.
At this moment, the entire valley was in utter chaos. One imposing Demon Beast after another used their divine abilities to make their way up Falling Moon Cliff.
Their goal was clear: the Dragon Blood Crystal at the summit.
"So it wasn't a lie. It really exists."
"Don't rush. Let those fools lead the charge—we'll watch for a while first."
Some prodigies of the Demon Race said calmly. They had not let the Dragon Blood Crystal go to their heads; after all, no pie ever fell from the sky for free. Everything came at a price.
For instance, if the one behind this arrangement was willing to use a Dragon Blood Crystal as bait, then they must be plotting something enormous.
They would hold their ground for now and see what medicine the other side was selling from their gourd.
As the struggle grew ever fiercer, the entire valley became a complete mess. Countless Demon Race prodigies scrambled toward the mountaintop.
For a time, the stench of blood filled the whole valley. After all, how could there be a contest without injuries and deaths?
In that short span, many Demon Race prodigies had already been wounded all over, their bodies covered in scars, yet their eyes remained incomparably resolute.
They had only one path left: reach the summit and seize the Dragon Blood Crystal above it. That was their sole objective; nothing else remained within their consideration.
Either die, or defy the heavens and change their fate. No matter how formidable their opponents were, they had no fear.
Ordinary cultivators would have fled long ago at the sight of such a cruel and bloody scene. But which