Grade-10 Demonic Beasts!
Their arrival alone bent the battlefield.
A suffocating aura crashed outward in waves, flattening entire squads of cultivators and sending even Demonic Beasts stumbling backward.
Humans and beasts alike were forced down to one knee, spines creaking under the pressure.
The air turned heavy—so heavy it felt as if the heavens themselves were descending.
The Hellridge Basilisk's molten gaze swept the battlefield.
The Ancient Bloodmane Lion's mane flared like burning banners.
The Storm Devouring Roc screeched, lightning tearing apart the sky.
And many more.
All of their eyes turned toward the same point.
The epicenter of the butchery.
The reason why they had to step up.
Bai Zihan!
Multiple Grade-10 Demonic Beasts locked onto him at once.
Their killing intent surged like a tidal wave, focused entirely on him.
But amid the crushing pressure that made even Void Refinement cultivators tremble—
Bai Zihan stood straight.
