At the border between the Northern Wasteland and the Eastern Wasteland.
A long river surged past.
On its two banks stood a large tribe of the Human Race and the main settlement of the Demon Race's Forest Tiger Clan.
In midair.
Two armies were fighting in the sky, on the ground, and across the water.
One side consisted mostly of humans, with some wolves, dogs, and members of the Forest Fox Clan among them. The other consisted mostly of tigers, mixed with some bears, deer, and members of the Prairie Fox Clan.
Those on the predominantly human side had all transformed completely into human form.
Those on the predominantly tiger side, however, mostly still sported animal heads. They had not taken their Transformation seriously at all.
The sight of these members of the Demon Race being so careless about their Transformation grated on Jiang Yang.
But there was not much he could say. After all, Tai Shang had created the Transformation Art, and the Demon Race resisted it in their hearts, never practicing it wholeheartedly.
Besides, it did not affect their practice of Yao Arts. It merely looked unattractive, so Jiang Yang could not be bothered to comment.
On the long river, the two sides fought until nightfall before finally withdrawing all their forces.
Back at camp, Hu Dali, chief of the Forest Tiger Clan, fumed and roared in fury.
"That bastard Black Wind has the gall of a bear that could swallow the heavens! He actually went deep into the Northern Wasteland to slaughter members of the Immortal Clan. Today, the Immortal Clan across the river attacked far more fiercely than before. Many of our clansfolk died."
Beside him, several other chiefs who had also fought were equally furious.
The leader of the Deer Clan complained as well.
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