For a time, faced with encirclement by a million-strong beast army led by three Demon Generals, the army of Human Race cultivators immediately became trapped beasts. Added to their prolonged, ceaseless flight, scurrying about like headless flies, this caused even quite a few cultivator commanders to begin wavering.
This was especially true of the cultivator forces who had joined them midway through their campaigns after the uprising began. They had not yet thoroughly purged the slavish nature passed down through generations.
Worn out fending off attacks like this, the cultivator army would only grow weaker by the day, until it became a heap of loose sand and was slaughtered to the last by the Beast Race in despair.
After some consideration, Mu Bai decided to change strategy as well. He led the army to occupy a city with the Thousand-Fathom Wall at its back and a great river barring the way before it, making it easy to defend and difficult to attack. He intended to use it as a stronghold for a decisive battle against the allied beast armies.
Within just a few days, the three Beast Race Armies arrived in succession. Fierce Beasts covered the ground as far as the eye could see, while savage birds circled and shrieked overhead, blotting out the sky and sun.
The three beast armies each set up camp on one side of the moat, forming mutually supporting positions, preparing to crush this Human Race rebellion here once and for all.
"You callow brat, do you dare come out and fight your grandpa!"
Tie Niu had already fought Mu Bai several times. Despite his tremendous fighting strength, he had nowhere to bring it to bear, leaving him deeply frustrated. Mu Bai had used Origin Power techniques several times, inflicting considerable injuries on Tie Niu