"Kill!"
"Kill!"
Accompanied by earth-shattering war cries, cultivators and devil beasts unleashed their attacks almost simultaneously. The once vibrant plain had already become a fearsome, blood-soaked, ever-grinding colossus that crushed life without respite.
On the ground, the pitch-black beast tide launched a frenzied assault, constantly battering against the cultivators' defensive line. As long as the obstructive Formation was broken, the devil beasts believed that, with their strength and numbers, they could easily annihilate these cultivators!
Behind the Formation, the cultivators unleashed wave after wave of attacks—Divine Powers, Spells, Sword Qi, and all kinds of Spirit Light interwove, forming an enormous net of death.
Any devil beast caught within it had no chance of escaping alive!
The great battle had barely begun, and already the field was carpeted with mangled flesh and bones, piled into mounds—a sight to make even the bravest shiver with dread.
