Jiang Feng felt like an ant, an ant that could be blown away by the wind at any moment.
Before the roiling black clouds in the sky, he felt an unprecedented sense of insignificance.
That was right—even when he had faced the black mist formed from the Evil God's power at the altar in the Lost Temple, he had never felt this way.
Jiang Feng knew full well that the black clouds above Nether Valley could not possibly compare to the Evil God's power.
The reason he felt this way was that, under the supreme laws of the Divine Realm, his current strength had become exceedingly weak.
Jiang Feng shook his head, unwilling to look at the roiling black clouds overhead any longer.
Lowering his gaze and looking toward the source of the rumbling, he saw billowing dust rising into the sky from the dark earth twenty li away.
The dust churned, swallowing the jagged, grotesque rocks jutting out from both sides of the gorge. It seemed poised to soar skyward and merge with the black clouds above.
Looking closely, it was not hard to see that what stirred up the dust was a horde of giant beasts charging madly toward the fortress.
"Beast tide!"
Jiang Feng murmured the words under his breath.
These divine beasts truly charged toward the fortress like a raging flood bursting through a broken dam!
Jiang Feng seriously doubted whether the fortress's high walls could withstand this beast tide!
Each of these giant beasts stood nearly three meters tall, their bodies pitch-black and clad in scales. Judging by their appearance, they somewhat resembled the stone pixiu statues wealthy families on Earth often placed at their gates.
"What overwhelming momentum!"
Jiang Feng sighed.
The aura of each individual divine beast was already incredibly powerful; their cultivation