The Human Race and the Demon Race had practically always been mortal enemies. Now, the Human Race had crossed a thousand miles to the Fourth Domain to ambush and kill so many Demon Race geniuses. This was entirely a matter of opposing sides.
A matter of the Demon Race's and the Human Race's respective positions.
The Fourth Domain was Demon Race territory. Now that the news had spread, demons from across the entire Fourth Domain were rushing here.
This was a war between races.
"Everyone, begin. End this quickly—the longer we drag this out, the worse it will be for us."
"Once we finish this job, we leave immediately."
Liu Feng said gravely.
"Alright. Attack."
Among the thousand-plus Human Race geniuses, several stepped forward, each holding a weathered Compass between their fingers.
With a light toss, the Compasses floated silently in midair. Then, their hands formed seals at an astonishing speed, so fast that they became blurs of afterimages.
Streams of incantations poured continuously into the Compasses. The next instant, blade after blade appeared out of thin air within the great formation ahead, each carrying the full-force strike of a peak True Immortal cultivator.
In an instant, the Demon Race geniuses within the formation struck back fiercely, their goal being to shatter this so-called broken formation completely.
All kinds of techniques spread through the formation, making the entire grand formation tremble.
Meanwhile, on a plain elsewhere, Zhang Feng stood with Shuang'er, both smiling as they looked at the two figures before them.
One was Qin Feng, dressed in black robes with a saber at his waist. The other wore a gilded robe, with a blazing sun floating behind him; the space around him had fallen into illusion.
His face was filled with majesty, and his eyes carried the weight of