Xiahou Qingyuan also nodded at this point.
"From the looks of it now, those three from the Nine Abysses must have anticipated long ago that a Dragon-Slaying Person would enter the Dragon Domain from here. That was why they deployed this eight-octopus military formation."
Xiahou You also frowned.
"The Nine Abysses really is no lamp that burns little oil."
Even as the two spoke, in the battle-watching image, the Qing He Demon Emperor, who stood in midair above the formation of three hundred thousand soldiers, suddenly raised his Giant Axe and roared.
"All generals, heed my command!"
"Beat the war drums!"
No sooner had his words fallen than rapid, orderly drumbeats-boom, boom, boom-began spreading outward in waves from the military formation.
Meanwhile, above the battle formation, the eight-octopus phantom, which had looked almost transparent, gradually became solid amid the drumbeats.
At the sight, Zhang Moyan immediately frowned.
"Just a few beats of the war drums could increase their battle intent this much? That seems unusual."
Xiahou Qingyuan seemed to know something, but rather than answer directly, he asked the Old Martial God Zhu Huai.
"Elder Zhu, do you recognize the sound of these war drums?"
The Old Martial God Zhu Huai nodded, then said gravely.
"These should be the Rakshasa Drums of the Nine Abysses, made from the skin of cultivators who died in extreme terror. They can stir up the fear deep within the hearts of the battle generals who hear them, driving them mad with extreme fright and dread, so that they attack their enemies heedlessly, like evil ghosts and rakshasas."
"During this time, their battle intent will also keep soaring because of their fear."
Everyone in the pavilion looked stunned at these words.
Especially Duan Xiaoyu and the others, who had never been to the Heaven-Demon Battlefield.