The cold Gang Wind that had blown across the Land of the Far North for countless thousands of years mysteriously vanished today.
An unusual feeling weighed heavily on the hearts of all cultivators.
It was the talent known as Spiritual Sense at work, warning the brain that a crisis was impending, urging a swift response.
The True Demon is coming.
The entire Doomsday Defense Line was silent.
Numerous cultivators and members of the Demon Race quietly awaited within the yet-to-be-activated arrays.
Some seated, some standing, some lying down.
Construction of the Doomsday Defense Line had already ceased half a month ago.
Or rather…
It had to stop due to the exhaustion of resources.
The unrestrained construction of Grand Arrays had, in less than half a year, drained the reserves of both the Righteous and Demonic Dao.
Even the accumulated stockpiles of the Demon Race had been depleted.
