The Eastern Region, Drinking-Horse Reach.
This vast island, isolated far out at sea, had been a paradise where the Demon Race lived and multiplied since ancient times.
At its height, Drinking-Horse Reach had boasted eight Demon Sages of the Burning Lamp Realm, commanding the demons with insufferable arrogance.
They had even frequently stirred up wind and waves in the Eastern Sea, coveting the vast lands of Great Tang.
But now.
This former holy land of the Demon Race lay shrouded in deathly silence and dread.
Ever since two Burning Lamp Demon Sages had mysteriously vanished in the east a year ago, Drinking-Horse Reach had lost all its swagger.
The remaining six Demon Sages had sealed off the island overnight, strictly forbidding the Great Demons under them from taking so much as half a step beyond Drinking-Horse Reach.
They lived with their tails tucked between their legs, hoping only to weather the storm and see how things developed outside.
They had thought that, so long as they provoked no one, they could remain safe in their secluded corner...
But today.
Every demon on Drinking-Horse Reach, from the lesser demons whose intelligence had only just awakened to the Great Demons who ruled their own territories.
Was now pressed flat against the ground, raising their heads in terror to stare at the heavens overhead.
High in the sky.
Dazzling golden light tore through the clouds from time to time, accompanied by deafening explosions that resounded across the heavens.
Merely the shock waves spilling from the battle.
Became storm after world-destroying storm, sweeping down upon them.
Boom-
Another tremendous blast.
A visible ring of force rippled out from beyond the highest clouds.
The seas surrounding Drinking-Horse Reach instantly surged upward, raising terrifying tsunamis hundreds of zhang high.
As the earth shook and the mountains