Black tides surged, beast heads clustered, and thousands upon thousands of demon cultivators fought shoulder to shoulder, locked in close combat in the most primitive and savage fashion.
Tribal experts leaped up and down or hurtled into the air, clashing fiercely.
Flowers of blood bloomed constantly, severed arms and mangled limbs flying amid sand and stone.
From afar came the sound of giant beasts trampling the earth, their rumbling footsteps as dense as rain beating on banana leaves.
Across the vast plain, still more beast armies spread their battle lines, raising a sandstorm that swept over the entire battlefield.
In Incense Accumulation Year 316, on the Gathering Grotto Continent, the Lion Race and Tiger Race of the Bashan Demon Kingdom formally declared their split. This battle between armies of over ten thousand demon cultivators and spirit monsters opened the struggle for supremacy over the continent.
The Lion Race fielded a coalition that included jackals, the Leopard Race, and the Wolf Race. The Tiger Race maintained its customary conservative policy, neither forging alliances nor uniting other demon cultivators. Through the Netherworld Sect, however, it obtained large numbers of corpse immortal puppets, using secret arts to create units of zombies that knew neither pain nor fatigue. With these auxiliary armies, it could still hold its own.
Hidden in the void, Li Ling watched this battle between demon tribes with a cold gaze.
Within his perception, countless wisps of vapor rose. The entire battlefield was like a steaming basket, giving off myriad auras.
Incense essences mingled in a profusion, taking on flowing forms and revealing different resonances.
What he saw had already transcended ordinary material shapes, reaching the profound mysteries within the infinitesimal, the realm of twofold dust.
A Buddha saw eighty-four thousand creatures in a bowl of water. These demonic bodies, fresh