It was the twentieth day since the Demonic Calamity had descended.
By now, the Spatial Folding passage could accommodate demonic cultivators of the Spiritual Connection Realm. Their chances of crossing unharmed had stabilized at around thirty percent.
According to Bai Di and Wu Chang's original plan, the demonic cultivators who had descended upon the Northwest should already have seized a considerable stretch of land and established a secure foothold.
But their actual progress in the Northwest had fallen well short of those expectations.
Thanks to the Northwest cultivators' desperate resistance and the successive charges mounted by forces from every quarter, the demonic cultivators had spent those twenty days merely clearing this part of the Wild Forest. They had not pushed farther out.
"Damn it! Where is everyone? Why isn't there a single living soul?"
"We worked our asses off taking this place, and what did we get? Not a damn thing."
On the outskirts of the Wild Forest, a group of demonic cultivators swept the area and found every nearby village and town deserted.
Few cultivators on the Demon Soil practiced orthodox methods. Most demonic cultivators needed living people as raw material for cultivation and healing.
Without mortals to consume and replenish themselves, their recovery from injuries and their return to full strength would be severely hampered.
"Tch. You're still dreaming about spoils? We're lucky just to have made it through that spatial passage alive."
Another demonic cultivator curled his lip. "Let's finish patrolling and head back. If our luck turns bad and we run into those madmen from the Northwest again, it'll cost us dearly."
The others agreed. All of them had reached the Core Formation Realm and were among the earlier groups of demonic cultivators to arrive in the Northwest.
In just over ten days, they had learned