Then he saw the leader.
It stood in the center of the plain.
Big.
Enormous.
Even with everything Chen Hao had seen, this Heavenly Demon's size was astonishing.
Hundreds of meters tall. That was no exaggeration. Standing there, it measured more than four or five hundred meters from the ground to the top of its body.
Four legs supported it, each thicker than the entire body of the giant Heavenly Demon in the Taiyin Realm.
Its head—it had no head. Or rather, its entire upper body was its head. Its circular maw measured over eighty meters across, with layer upon layer of barbs lining its walls and black nothingness in its depths.
Two antennae extended from the top of its body. Each was dozens of meters long. At that moment, they were trembling violently.
It was directing them.
Every time its antennae trembled, the surrounding swarms of Heavenly Demons reacted accordingly, moving in a particular direction, gathering, or scattering.
When Chen Hao appeared at the edge of the plain, the two long antennae abruptly froze.
The unnatural pause lasted two seconds.
Then both antennae turned toward Chen Hao at once.
The frequency of their trembling changed. The orderly pattern of commands became frantic.
Almost simultaneously, every Heavenly Demon on the plain began moving toward Chen Hao.
No. They were not moving. They were charging.
The earlier Heavenly Demons had charged without fear of death. These were even more frenzied. They trampled one another. Climbed over one another. The larger ones stepped on the smaller ones, and the faster ones shoved the slower ones aside.
A black tide surged in from every direction.
Chen Hao looked at the leader towering hundreds of meters high.
Cultivation at the chaos battle body level.
On Blue Star, that level already ranked among the very