In this battle, the weaker members of the Demon Clan and the humans were sheltered within cities protected by grand arrays.
Well-trained cultivators stood guard outside, with numerous Demon-Detecting Stones deployed to prevent any stragglers from slipping in.
The rest of their main fighting force followed Ning Ke to the Buddhist Order.
Mount Qiandu had once been called a sacred land.
Now, it had long since become a hell on earth.
Not a single person had survived.
The common people had all become demonic puppets that could be driven at will.
Even Ning Ke and the others could not save them.
After all, from the moment Abbot Wujue handed the Buddhist Order over to the Sun God, everyone here had been corrupted by the poison Nan Lou had received from the Sun God.
Qing Ru and the others had discovered this during their investigation, so they could only sigh over the people's fate. All they could do for them now was kill them and send their souls on.
The Buddhist cultivators who had been turned into living dead retained their strength from life and now possessed undying bodies. They hovered above Mount Qiandu, blocking Ning Ke and the others' path.
Below them, the demonized commoners and low-ranking cultivators clawed at the city gates, their faces twisted as they growled.
Jiu Yuan frowned. "These bastards always use tricks like this to make us fight our own people. It's utterly disgusting."
Ning Ke knitted his brows.
He still could not understand why Nan Lou had stayed so quiet for the past three months. They had already taken control of the Buddhist Order, yet instead of starting a war immediately, they seemed to be waiting for some particular moment.
Suddenly, the sound of something cutting through the air came from ahead, and Nan