One day, the Alert Compasses held by the Scout Cultivators stationed year-round at the outermost reaches of the Mystic Dragon Coalition Domain, responsible for watching the Outer Domain border, suddenly began sounding frantic warnings. Their piercing shrieks rang through the skies.
Without hesitation, they immediately sent the highest-level Crimson Alert, signifying a world-destroying crisis, to the core of the domain.
Deep in the void, hundreds of millions of miles away in the direction of Heavenly Demons Star, black demonic clouds that blotted out the sky surged toward them like a flood bursting through a dam, bearing the momentum to destroy everything.
The demonic clouds churned and seethed, carrying densely packed Outer-Domain Heavenly Demons whose numbers likely reached several billion. Their eerie, hair-raising cackles merged into a sea of noise that threatened to shatter minds.
At the very front of the demonic clouds, a ferocious-looking warship of unimaginable size cleaved through the void. At its highest point stood the Heavenly Demons Commander leading this invasion. Holding a massive Demon Blade still dripping dark red blood, he fixed his scarlet eyes on the Mystic Dragon Coalition Domain and licked his lips greedily.
Over the years, this Heavenly Demons Army had waged war far and wide, devouring every living being in seventeen small and medium-sized domains in succession. Mortals and cultivators alike had become nourishment to strengthen them.
Now, their strength had recovered to, and even surpassed, its ancient peak. They had long regarded the resource-rich Mystic Dragon Coalition Domain, abundant in spiritual energy, as a prize certain to fall into their hands.
Even before setting out, they had already begun discussing among themselves how to divide this fertile land and its living beings after the war. Even the finer details of their division of the spoils had long since been settled.
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