The numbers in each Evil Demon army were impossible to estimate. Each was led by a Spirit Demon serving as a Demon Marshal, capturing cities and seizing territory across the Western Plains, slaughtering and ravaging. Throughout his stealthy journey, Mu Bai had restrained himself from confronting them head-on. First, he was hurrying to reunite with Ye Wan and the Artifact Spirit Ancestor. Second, deep in his heart, he held the Heavenly Devil Race in awe, and perhaps these Evil Demons of later generations still had a chance of being saved.
Within the Kunling Sect, the Kun Demon Cave had been a filthy mire of corpses. That shower of blue light filling the sky had ultimately purified the cave's boundless darkness.
Yet Mu Bai could not simply let the Evil Demons slaughter the Human Race and Beast Race, either.
A sliver of light appeared in the distance ahead, and he could faintly make out the sunlit land.
Rumble...
Suddenly, a barrage of cannon fire thundered, and a red line of flame abruptly lit up amid the endless Demonic Qi. Then came countless roars and shouts surging toward that sliver of light. An Evil Demon army was attacking a human city.
Since he had encountered it, Mu Bai naturally would not stand idly by. He abruptly accelerated, flashing through the endless darkness like a streak of blue light.
Yet even as he charged over at such speed, the Evil Demon army had already breached the city. The Qi Demons seemed endless, the Flesh Demons were powerful and robust, and the True Demons were swift as arrows. With such an army bearing down, the human city walls collapsed with a crash like rotten wood and withered grass swept away. The despairing human cultivators seemed like ants, able only to pit their own bodies