Having done all this, Shen Luo was about to turn and leave when the sky suddenly darkened.
Black clouds rapidly appeared, piling up in greater and greater numbers. In the blink of an eye, the sky above Mount Putuo was filled with roiling black clouds, with streaks of pitch-black Lei darting through them.
A cold, eerie aura spread from within the black clouds.
"Demonic qi!" Shen Luo halted and abruptly looked up at the sky.
The others and the demons also noticed the change in the sky, their faces filled with shock.
"It finally succeeded..." The Black Flood Dragon King, however, looked relieved at the sight.
At that moment, the black clouds in the sky churned as if boiling. Countless vortices of varying sizes appeared within them, rapidly colliding with one another and producing bizarre sounds, like people screaming and weeping.
Upon hearing those sounds, the Mount Putuo cultivators below suddenly felt an uncontrollable violent impulse rise within them, and a faint blood-red tint appeared in their eyes.
As for the demons, their hearts had already been full of bloodlust. Hearing the sounds, all their eyes turned crimson, and their remaining shreds of reason were utterly crushed. Nearly mad, they charged at the Mount Putuo cultivators.
The two sides fought even more frenziedly. Blood sprayed in every direction, mixed with severed limbs that fell like rain.
In the span of a few breaths, dozens of Mount Putuo disciples perished. The demons suffered even greater losses, but they had gone completely insane and showed no restraint whatsoever.
The Mount Putuo disciples could only fight with all their strength. Their once-orderly battle formations began to fall into disarray, and although the elders desperately shouted for them to stop, it had little effect.
Qinglian Fairy, hovering in midair, also felt restless killing intent