Several days later, at dusk.
On a winding coastline in the west of the Eastern Continent of Superior Divinity, the beautiful sight of coconut groves adorned by the setting sun had vanished. The entire beach was now packed with blackened fiends.
They were all heavily armored and armed, their eyes bloodshot and their faces filled with bloodthirsty battle lust. Though they had been divided into formations, they still appeared disorderly and clamorous.
Out at sea behind them, enormous black ferries lay stranded one after another. Hundreds and thousands of fiends leaped from the vessels, wading and swimming ashore.
Farther inland along the coast, the once-dense coconut groves had long since been completely felled. Eighteen enormous Magic Formation altars, each several hundred zhang tall, stood along more than a hundred li of shoreline.
Black halos enveloped the altars, while thick black smoke billowed from their tops, making them resemble eighteen towering black chimneys reaching into the clouds.
Yet what surged from those altars was not ordinary smoke, but demonic qi drawn over from the Northern Uttarakuru Continent. Carried by the sea breeze, it drifted toward the central regions of the Eastern Continent of Superior Divinity.
Conquering an entire continent could not be accomplished overnight. From the very beginning of their invasion, the Demon Clan had chosen to transform the land by this method, turning the Eastern Continent of Superior Divinity completely into another Northern Uttarakuru Continent.
Below one black altar, several thousand Demon Clan cultivators had gathered. They surrounded the altar, each shrouded in the halo radiating from it, with dense demonic qi winding around their bodies.
Beyond them, huge strange beasts lay sprawled across the ground. Their forms varied wildly: some had single horns on their heads and fish-patterned scales covering their bodies; some resembled enormous lizards; others looked like