"Song of Worship!" Wu Laowa shouted as he presided over the devil formations.
His voice traveled through the hundred and eight devil formations, reaching everyone present.
Viewed from high above, the hundred and eight devil formations formed a ring around the Dead Devil Lands.
Tens of thousands of devil cultivators gathered along the formations' edges and nearby.
The tens of thousands of devil cultivators chanted at the tops of their voices.
Their voices were strange, their intonation eerie. After only a few lines, every devil cultivator rolled their eyes back, their bodies swaying involuntarily. They jerked their heads and rocked their waists, their movements joining together like ocean waves.
From a distance, they looked like a swarm of writhing black beetles.
As they continued chanting, their voices grew louder and louder, until they roared without cease like towering waves crashing against the shore.
In the distance, members of the River Guard Army, the Northern Garrison Army, and the others frowned. Many could not help covering their ears.
Meow King frowned. "Even freakier than our demon race."
Jiang Youfei flicked the Qinglei Ancient Sword with a finger. A faint rumble of thunder sounded continuously, shielding the three thousand River Guard Army soldiers and shutting out the devilish voices.
The Mirror Devil Empress stood outside Li Qingxian's concealed formation, her brows tightly furrowed.
The Ten-Thousand Devils Formation did require songs of worship, but something seemed different.
"Worship Rite!"
After the lengthy chanting, Wu Laowa's voice rang out again.
The tens of thousands of devil cultivators faced the altar and knelt in unison, performing three kowtows and nine bows. Their heads struck the ground with loud thuds, sending dust flying.
Then they turned, proceeding on their knees and kowtowing with every step.
The tens of thousands of devil cultivators first circled the Dead