Fierce gusts of wind suddenly cleared away the mist before Jiang Chen. The clash of weaponry and shrill whinnying of battle horses sounded in his ears.
He seemed to be abruptly approaching an ancient battlefield. The cacophony of slaughter and struggles to the death painted a vivid picture.
He scaled the mountain and looked over at the valley below. Countless troops were engaged in battle. Figures leapt and fell, horses reared and struck, limbs flew haphazardly.
It was a battle between humans and demons.
The human cultivators relied on formations and each other to defend themselves, whereas demons charged at the humans...