The crowd exited Sea Suppression Immortal City and arrived at the agreed location for the duel between the two races.
Raising their eyes, they saw that this place was already packed with people, with the noise rising and falling incessantly.
Hundreds of thousands of cultivators occupied a range of several dozen miles,
their expressions varied; some had faces full of tension, tightly gripping their magical treasures as if ready to unleash them at the slightest provocation.
Opposite them, there were also countless demon beasts lined up in rows stretching several dozen miles, imposing and formidable.
Their forms varied, exuding strong auras,
some as enormous as small hills, others as agile as lightning, roaring or softly growling, their eyes revealing fierce glints, glaring intently at the human race's camp.
Above the Demon Race's ranks, a layer of demon qi faintly lingered, like a heavy dark cloud, giving off a sense of oppression.
