The two things that Artemia noticed first were both equally important.
First, her Earth Sage strength was gone and replaced with that of an ordinary Core Formation Realm cultivator. Second, she could no longer transform back into her original form.
Surrounded by enemies, neither was good thing.
'On the bright side, those guys aren't focused on me.'
There was clearly something wrong with the demons. They weren't in their right minds. Rather than attacking specific targets, they attacked any non-demonic entity in their vicinity and moved towards the smell of vital aura.
Such instinctual movements led the majority of the demons in the crowd to pile over each other to climb over the upper walls and reach the population below.
The aura of death had a disgusting stench to it. Artemia had never experienced it before, but smelling it now, she was able to relate it to the strange aura that had populated the realm this past week.
