The strength of a race is determined entirely by its population and the number of its Rank Three Demon Spirits.
Now, the snake tide advanced. A sea of snakes swarmed across the ground, dense and innumerable. The sky was not empty either; more than a dozen enormous Giant Snakes, exuding a terrifying aura unique to the Snake Race, soared through the air like Divine Dragons. Their target was clear: the domain of Monkey Mountain.
Within the borders of Monkey Mountain!
The rat tide had already surrounded them, leaving not a single blade of grass in its wake. Countless Rat Beasts, like devouring machines, consumed everything in their path completely.
You cannot imagine such a horrifying scene.
Many racial factions had been watching from the periphery, but with the arrival of the rat tide, they suffered annihilation. Only one or two in ten managed to survive.
Most of the survivors were Demon Spirits, or perhaps some Flying Birds.
