Demonic beasts emerged from the mountains and forests on all sides, like thousands upon thousands of wild horses running free. Their arrival was surprising and their momentum terrifying.
On this night, it became a grotesque festival of surging beasts and cultivators pitched in brutal slaughter.
Chen Dengming and Jiang Qiang battled their way through, escaping the encirclement. All around them, the screams of humans and beasts rang out from east to west, north and south, echoing everywhere, causing their hearts to palpitate.
What in the world was happening?
Xu Ning warned right before his death that war would restart. Could this be what he meant?
But the demonic beasts are not the Zhu family.
Various thoughts collided in Chen Dengming's mind, but he had no time to ponder them deeply.
This sense of urgency, incomprehensibly, made him recover a long-lost, forgotten feeling ... a familiarity he hadn't felt for nearly a century.
