The battlefield had long fallen into chaos.
The vanguard lines clashed violently with the wave of Demonic Beasts, steel and claws ringing together in a deafening rhythm.
Explosions of Qi, screams, battle cries, and beastly roars mixed into a storm of noise that swallowed everything.
Support teams stood behind, healing, throwing talismans, firing arrows, or using formations.
Others had also joined the Bai, Zhao, and Li Clans in Vanguard to deal with the never-ending Demonic Beasts.
But even then, they were overwhelmed—Demonic Beasts responded far more aggressively than predicted, coordinating unnaturally well, almost as if commanded by a strategic commander.
It was a full-scale war.
A Heaven Sword Sect disciple swung his blade again and again, managing to pin down a Grade-8 Demonic Beast.
"Rong! Help me finish this!"
He shouted to the companion beside him.
But Rong did not move.
Instead, he stood frozen—eyes wide, mouth slightly agape, staring at something in the distance.
