In the sky above Dragon Whisker Ravine, it was as though someone had overturned a gigantic hornets' nest. Nearly ten thousand black dots scattered like fleeing wolves and stampeding boars, chasing one another in a struggle that would end only in death.
Nearly seven thousand members of the Undead Legion and close to a thousand human cultivators began their life-and-death contest in the sky.
The human Golden Core cultivators' counterattack went smoothly at first. They had procured a Flying Ship with excellent defenses, hidden all their Golden Core cultivators inside, then suddenly charged into the Undead Legion's formation, rampaging through its ranks and throwing the Undead into disarray.
Then the ship suddenly exploded of its own accord. Amid the tremendous shock wave, more than a dozen Golden Core cultivators blossomed outward from the center. Together with the Heaven-Connecting disciples swarming in, they caught the Undead Legion completely off guard.
Before the Undead Legion could react, cultivators from several small countries in the Northwest arrived. A force of three hundred cultivators was hardly much against an Undead Legion numbering in the thousands, but their timing was right. Adding chaos to chaos, they undoubtedly created considerable obstacles for the Undead Legion.
The opening was perfect. These three successive blows killed one or two thousand members of the Undead Legion in mere moments. But for a legion seven thousand strong, this was still far from enough to bring about its collapse.
The battle continued. The Golden Core cultivators were tied down by the Eyeless Monsters, and the chaos had reached the point where it could grow no worse. After that initial passage of death, the Undead Legion slowly steadied its ranks through its enormous numerical advantage. They were, after all, the desert's formidable Undead race.
Once the Undead Legion was no longer in