The strength of a single sect and a single nation seemed pitifully thin, even against only a portion of the beast tide.
The beast tide had only just erupted, yet their defenses already showed signs of buckling.
The Hengduan Mountain Range, which encircled the continent and divided its four extremities, was a paradise for demon beasts.
Even its southern portion alone possessed slightly greater overall strength than Southern Heaven.
Perhaps the combined strength of the Seven Kingdoms Alliance could curb the demon cultivators' offensive somewhat.
But how could the tangled workings of human hearts be so simple?
Without a period of wrangling, without truly recognizing the enormous danger of the beast tide, why would the other regions of the Cultivation World put their full strength into this?
Atop the gate tower, Liu Yu's gaze flickered.
Although resisting the Demon Race's invasion served the interests of every human cultivator, how they should contribute, and how much, remained open to debate.
No cultivation faction wanted to fight tooth and nail against the beast tide, suffer devastating casualties, and then decline for lack of successors, with even its fundamental interests threatened.
Thus, the internal wrangling of the Seven Kingdoms Alliance, and its negotiations with the Righteous and Demonic Paths, would still require a period of "discussion."
Boom, boom!
The five-colored hurricanes swept across the battlefield, a thousand feet high, leaving first- and second-tier demon beasts utterly powerless.
Once caught within them, the beasts were shredded by hurricane forces of various elements, their hard bones no exception.
This method of attack lacked concentrated power and posed little threat to third-tier demon beasts, or even those in the late second tier.
But it harvested ordinary demon beasts with extraordinary efficiency.
Within just five or six breaths of the Five-Colored Tornado appearing, the low-tier demon beasts