Han Qianzhan of the Xiayu Heavenly Sword Sect, and Su Zhenhuan of the Celestial Cicada Ancient Academy — both had witnessed Jiang Chen's earth-shaking methods multiple times. Yet even they were struck speechless by the magnificent spectacle before their eyes.
They were no strangers to the extraordinary. But precisely because they had seen enough of the world to understand just how inconceivable this scene truly was.
This boundless tide of mice was being commanded by Young Master Jiang Chen himself.
Throughout history, the human domain had experienced its share of beast tides — catastrophic ones that claimed countless lives had appeared several times in the annals of human civilization.
But beast tides generally erupted from longstanding conflicts between races, triggered by some long-simmering catalyst, or at the very least had a discernible cause.
This tide of mice, however, had clearly been set into motion by Jiang Chen.
That was what shocked them most — that Jiang Chen's power was so staggering, so absurdly excessive, that he could single-handedly unleash a mouse tide of this magnitude.
It thoroughly shattered every limit they had placed on their understanding of him.
This tide of mice was entirely different from the one that had besieged the Chiding Central Region before. In scale the difference might not have been enormous, but in ferocity, the current one was at least ten times more savage.
At this moment, every last Gold-Munching Mouse seemed to have been injected with some frenzied stimulant — eyes blazing red, exuding murderous intent, brimming with bloodlust.
When every single Gold-Munching Mouse was saturated with bloodlust and murderous aura, the combined momentum they generated became the most terrifying thing of all — a force with unmatched impact.
It was like countless death warriors, utterly unafraid of dying, charging madly toward their target at full speed, surging forward without a shred of hesitation.
That momentum alone was enough to strip some warriors of their will to fight.
The tide of mice, advancing at an unstoppable pace, finally closed to within a few hundred meters. Watching that golden flood steadily devouring the space before them — that feeling was truly despairing.
Some of the weaker warriors were already trembling so badly they could barely stand.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
Within that few-hundred-meter range, the Gold-Munching Mouse at the very forefront of the tide transformed one after another into golden arrows, shooting wildly toward the Northern Alliance's encampment.
Once the Gold-Munching Mouse race's savage nature was fully unleashed, the resulting madness was enough to make one's hair stand on end.
One, two, three...
Wave after wave of Gold-Munching Mouse crashed into the hastily arranged defensive line of the Northern Alliance.
The cultivators of these great powers were obviously no pushovers. Once they realized the tide could not be avoided, they had no choice but to grit their teeth and stand their ground.
"All Sovereign-realm experts, get the defensive line organized! Don't be afraid — this Emperor is here, so what do you have to worry about?" Danji the Great bellowed furiously as he saw their side's ranks beginning to falter.
Simultaneously, Danji the Great clapped his palms together, and sharp, dazzling arcs of silver energy swept outward from his hands like countless silver carp tumbling through the void.
Danji the Great's cultivation was, among the Sovereign-realm powerhouses of the human domain, truly among the absolute peak.
Those blades of energy tore through the void, shredding all the Gold-Munching Mouse within a twenty- to thirty-meter radius into fragments. Blood rained down in a crimson shower.
"All of you, pull yourselves together! These mice are individually weak. All they have going for them is their numbers!"
Danji the Great shouted at the top of his lungs, blasting apart Gold-Munching Mouse as they broke through, while still finding the breath to rally morale.
He was right — each individual Gold-Munching Mouse was indeed pitifully weak, so weak they barely registered as a threat on their own.
But once they formed a mass, once those individually useless mice combined into a tide, the true power of the Gold-Munching Mouse race revealed itself in its full, devastating glory.
No matter how formidable Danji the Great was, even if he slaughtered a hundred thousand, a million Gold-Munching Mouse — what of it?
This golden tide of Gold-Munching Mouse stretched on without any visible end. The ones Danji the Great blasted apart or sent flying were simply replaced by the next wave surging in to fill the gap.
No matter how mightily Danji the Great fought, he could never open a breach in the Gold-Munching Mouse tide's advance, let alone push it back.
Danji the Great was an arrogant man, but even now, a trace of panic had crept into his heart.
He had seen beast tides before, but a tide of this magnitude was a first. And most critically, these mice simply would not stop. There was no slowing them down.
The more he killed, the more furiously the ones behind surged forward to take their place. Each and every Gold-Munching Mouse was utterly fearless of death, throwing themselves into the fray one after another without pause.
"Damn it — does this tide of mice ever end? Is it never going to stop?!" someone could not help but complain.
"I was too reckless this time. Are we going to die here?"
"I said it from the start — if the Glazed Tile City wants to dominate, just let them dominate. The southern part of the Upper Eight Domains has always needed some great power ruling over it. They..."
The man had not even finished his sentence when Danji the Great's figure flickered and landed before him. A casual slap of his palm sent the full weight of Sovereign-realm pressure crashing down on the speaker.
The man did not even have time to scream before he was reduced to ash on the spot.
This sudden turn of events left everyone else exchanging stunned glances. Danji the Great had actually killed a man without so much as a change in expression — over a single remark?
"Brother Danji, what — what is the meaning of this?" The one who had just been killed was an elite warrior of the Heavenly Dragon Sect.
Upon seeing their disciple cut down by Danji the Great, the senior members of the Heavenly Dragon Sect were immediately displeased.