When
After several clashes with the demon race in particular, they had gained a much clearer awareness that
The potential and fortune harbored within this young man were entirely beyond what they could have imagined.
In their repeated battles against the demon race, would they have been able to defeat the Gold Demon clan without
The answer was obviously no.
Without
Only the
But after consuming the Daluo Cloud Essence Fruits, both their strength and potential had risen markedly, and the resilience of their bloodlines had undergone a perfect elevation.
This was something they simply couldn't deny.
Only
And in battle against the demon race, without
The Four Divine Beast spirits unleashed their power without cease, the Gold-Munching Mouse clan fought with ever greater ferocity, while
On the demon side, they were well aware that
The fierce demons, when confronted with combat power that matched or even surpassed their own — and especially the Gold-Munching Mouse clan, who flew into a frenzy at the sight of blood — found themselves in desperate straits.
Demon cultivators were continuously being cut down, continuously being devoured.
Though the Gold-Munching Mouse clan also suffered heavy casualties, what they lacked least of all was manpower.
No matter how many fell, the sheer base numbers of the Gold-Munching Mouse clan remained staggering.
The battlefield was a wasteland, as though it had been plowed over. As far as the eye could see, there was nothing but the devastation of battle. And yet, the scene was eerily peculiar — aside from pools of blood that hadn't yet dried, there wasn't a single corpse to be found.
Whether demon or Gold-Munching Mouse, every body had been gnawed clean.
The Gold-Munching Mouse clan had a habit of devouring their own fallen; they would never leave the bodies of their kin exposed to the elements. In this way, the Gold-Munching Mouse clan honored their dead.
The greatest gains from this battle naturally belonged to the Gold-Munching Mouse clan.
The Four Divine Beast spirits had little interest in anything beyond the divine essence of Divine Dao ancestors — everything else, they simply didn't care for.
Once the battlefield had been cleared, the Hundred Saints Holy Land finally lowered its defensive grand formation, and its people came out to greet
Clearly, the spectacle of this battle had thoroughly shaken them to the core.
Seeing the once-arrogant High Saint Master now bowing his head submissively before him,