As his words fell, Liu Zheng on the Myriad Demon Imperial Dynasty's side swept out a hand.
In an instant, a black mass of troops rose into the air from the Myriad Demon Imperial Dynasty's viewing platform.
It was not three million, nor five million, but an army in the hundreds of millions—spreading across the heavens, packed so densely that it stretched beyond sight.
They rose from behind the viewing platform like floodwaters bursting through a broken dam, pouring toward the Arena.
Buzz, buzz, buzz.
An unbroken hum rang out through the Void, the resonance produced as hundreds of millions of cultivators flew at once and rubbed against heaven and earth.
It was like hundreds of millions of bees beating their wings at once, yet also like the war horns of ancient times—dull and oppressive enough to make one's scalp tingle.
A full quarter of an hour later, the army of over a hundred million had finally all landed upon the Arena.
Facing them was Tranquil Heart Imperial Dynasty's army of over a hundred million Buddhists.
The two armies stood in confrontation.
On one side stood the Myriad Demon Imperial Dynasty's Myriad Demon Army, all manner of forms among them and savage auras rolling off them. There were colossal beasts a hundred zhang tall, venomous insects as tiny as ants, Flying Birds with wings upon their backs, and Water Clan creatures covered in grim, gleaming scales.
Bloodthirst gleamed in their eyes. Fangs jutted from their mouths, claws glinted coldly, and monstrous demon aura surged from every inch of their bodies.
That demon aura soared into the sky, gathering above the Arena into a demon cloud that blanketed ten thousand li. Countless savage faces flickered in and out of sight within it, releasing shrill howls.
On the other side stood Tranquil