Gods and Devils Ravine

The high-ranking Devil Race came with great force, and he was one of the first high-ranking Devil Race to pledge allegiance to the man in black robes.

He was a warmonger and had long wanted to leave the boring Devil Domain. So when the man asked him if he would like to go to the Lower Realm and carve out a place for their Devil Race, he readily agreed and immediately set foot on that land.

Mo Dao, a high-ranking Devil Race, took a deep breath of freedom. He had been trapped in the Devil Domain for far too long. Even other Devil Race, due to the seal, had the chance to enter the Gods and Devils Battlefield to catch their breath, while he had not seen any color other than black and blue for a long time.

"It seems that the Human Race wasn't lying to me." Even though Mo Dao sensed the Immortal Power within the black-robed man, he still preferred to refer to him Human Race.

Sensing the countless Human Race presences on the shore before him, Mo Dao smiled with pleasure, "Excellent, the conquest of the Lower Realm will begin here!"

Mo Dao's wings suddenly unfurled, sharp feathers shooting out in all directions from his wings.

Most of the feathers were blocked by the formation, but some still managed to pierce the cultivator's body. As soon as a feather entered the body, the cultivator's meridians burst and he died instantly. The horrific death sent chills down the spines of the surrounding cultivators.

But this was not the end. Mo Dao soon discovered the array on the coast. With a wave of his long arm, the low-level Devil Race were immediately under his control and charged at the array like madmen.

The Devil Race is, after all, a force that rivals the Dragon Race. While the Dragon Race is naturally strong and resilient, the Devil Race is no less so.

Even though they were just low-level Devil Race, the first layer of defensive formation quickly collapsed under their relentless and fearless attacks!

Upon discovering this, the sect leader of the Array Sect's expression darkened. He clearly realized that if these Devil Race continued their attack, no matter how many layers of defensive arrays they set up, it would be useless.

The sect leader immediately summoned his disciple and instructed him to bring over all the sect's array formations.

After his disciple left, the sect leader of the Array Sect took out all the array plates he had carved over the years from his Storage Bag and distributed them to the cultivators who were preparing to leave the array and head to the camp.

He casually tossed one of the seventh-grade small defensive array plates to Jing Huan: "Go, and remember to come back alive, or your master will be crying to me again."

Jing Huan clasped his hands in a fist salute to him, then turned and flew off the coast to meet the high-level Devil Race in mid-air.

Along with Jing Huan, Bai Kejin and Lan Fusheng also attacked the Devil Race. The three figures attacked Mo Dao simultaneously, and the shockwave created a deep crater in the sea beneath their feet.

Dong Fuzhu, who was guarding the second line of defense with the other cultivators of the Beast Soul Sect, looked up and watched her companions disappear. She gripped the sword in her hand tightly, and many jumbled memories surfaced at this moment, finally settling on Sang Ying's face.

Senior sister, where are you?

Senior sister, senior sister...

Sang Ying suddenly opened her eyes; everything she saw was gloomy.

The Heart Devil Mirror, lying beside her, sensed her movement and immediately jumped to her face. "Oh dear, you're finally awake!"

The Mirror Spirit spoke softly, her tone filled with surprise.

Sang Ying got up from the ground and looked around before she had a chance to communicate with the Mirror Spirit: "Where is this place? How did we get here?"

The miasma and faint Spiritual Qi that surrounded her quickly made Sang Ying realize that she had returned to reality, rather than being trapped in another illusion.

The once-strong Mirror Spirit burst into tears. "Wow, you're asking? We've all been thrown into the Gods and Devils Ravine!"

Even when she cried, the Mirror Spirit's cries were very suppressed, as if she was worried that some other being would hear them.

Sang Ying was unaware of the matter of the Gods and Devils Ravine. She only felt that although she had clearly completed the second stage of the path to godhood and her internal power had increased several times over, she was still suppressed by the aura here.

Calling it an aura isn't entirely accurate; it would be more precise to describe it as several waves of oppressive force.

The Mirror Spirit's cries continued as it sobbed and recounted its experiences to Sang Ying. Upon learning that it was the person in the black robe who had thrown the Heart Devil Mirror, along with her, into the Gods and Devils Ravine, Sang Ying's heart sank even further.

"Waaaaah, if it had just been a little later, I could have let you leave, and I could have gone away from that man with you. But he just threw us in here." The Mirror Spirit cried bitterly to herself.

Although it had always been in the hands of the Devil Race had always treated it well and had never let it suffer over the years. Even the Futu had done his best to protect it by keeping it in his heart and would occasionally provide it with life-giving food.

But this man in black robes was completely unaware of its value and actually threw it into the Gods and Devils Ravine!

The Mirror Spirit was furious. What kind of place was the Gods and Devils Ravine? This was the land of corrupted God Race! The people living here were Fallen Gods corrupted by Devil Race, things even more terrifying than Devil Race!

The Mirror Spirit told Sang Ying everything she knew, and then pleaded in the softest voice for her to find a way to get her away quickly.

After hearing this, Sang Ying raised her hand and rubbed her temples.

She herself never imagined there could be such a terrifying place in the world. "Just how powerful are the Fallen Gods?"

The Mirror Spirit's sobs subsided slightly. "They possess the power of both gods and Devil Race. Because these two opposing forces are mixed within them, they suffer constant pain. This pain has driven them mad."

The last two words were pronounced very softly by the Mirror Spirit, as if it were afraid of the word.

"So when are you going to take me away? The atmosphere here is really terrifying!" The Mirror Spirit said, and then she almost cried again.

Sang Ying tucked the Heart Devil Mirror into her bosom, then carefully lowered her voice as she followed the steep, dark mountain wall to a crevice between a boulder and the cliff face, whispering, "Shh, don't speak, something's coming."

The ground began to shake rhythmically, as if some enormous creature was heading in their direction.

Accompanied by a series of thuds that grew louder as they approached, a gigantic Nine-Tailed Beast slowly emerged from a protruding mountain wall. It originally had bright red fur, but it had been stained with something, and the beautiful red had faded, turning into a mottled and ugly black.

Black spots almost covered its entire body, making it lose its former beauty.

Its nine tails were no longer fluffy, cute, and powerful like those of an ordinary fox; instead, they became thin and long, resembling supple tentacles rather than tails from a distance, and were dripping with black slime.

Sang Ying slowed her breathing and remained motionless in the gap. The mirror spirit also wisely shut its mouth, just like an ordinary mirror.

They had done everything in their power to conceal their presence, but just as the eerie Nine-Tailed Beast was about to cross the boulder, it suddenly turned its head.

Sang Ying seemed to meet its eyes—eyes that only had whites!