Creating Demonic Cultivation Techniques against Non-human Races

Chapter 376: The Most Terrifying Beast Tide in History Strikes, Sweeping Across Mountains and Plains

What stands out the most is the unprecedented increase in the average combat power of the Great Xia Martial Artists.

Compared to the past, it can be said that they have climbed several steps, reaching an entirely new height.

Under such circumstances, their ability to hunt Exotic Beasts of the same level has undergone a radical transformation, from being extremely difficult to becoming effortless.

Thus, as long as they don’t fall into relentless misfortune or blind arrogance that leads to self-destruction, the probability of a Great Xia Martial Artist falling is almost negligible.

Precisely because of this, these martial artists are far less vigilant than before.

At this moment, intermittent tremors appear on the ground.

"Buzz buzz buzz... Boom boom boom..."

Besides, in the distance, a faint cloud of dust rises.

Seeing this, many hunting squads feel an impending bad omen, but relying on their own strength and miraculous cultivation techniques, they believe they can handle any unforeseen event.

However, at this moment, a few hunting squads comprised of other Great Xia Martial Artists dashed out from the forest, their faces filled with terror as they ran, continuously shouting.

"Run! Run! It’s an enormous beast tide!"

"Go! Leave! Return to the Guardian City!"

"Escape back! There are too many of them!"

"..."

Upon hearing this sudden change, most martial artists immediately had expressions akin to the unpredictable skies of June, tense and serious.

Within their eye contact, fear and doubt interwove, but more than anything, there was an instinctual vigilance against unknown dangers.

These martial artists did not hesitate for a moment, heeding the advice and turning into swift winds, dashing back along the path they came, leaving only a series of chaotic and hasty footsteps echoing in the air.

Yet, among this vast departing crowd, a small number of martial artists chose a completely different action.

In their eyes, a light of determination and curiosity shone, as if the impending crisis was more like an opportunity to uncover the truth and enhance their cultivation.

Facing away from the fleeing martial artists, they stood with their spines straightened, gripping their weapons tightly, deciding to stay and witness the scene.

However, the world is unpredictable, and fate has its ways.

In just a few minutes, those martial artists who intended to explore faced an unprecedentedly terrifying sight.

The expressions that were once arrogant instantly morphed into shock and regret, as a chill surged straight from the soles of their feet to the top of their heads.

At this moment, indescribable regret filled everyone’s hearts, their intestines nearly twisting into knots with extreme remorse. It was precisely in that instant that they understood.

Sometimes, in the face of unknown fear, taking a step back might be the true wisdom.

Weakness and ignorance have never been survival obstacles; arrogance is.

Meanwhile.

An endless Exotic Beast Group seemed to pour out from the abyss at the end of the world, carrying the breath of destruction, sweeping over with overwhelming force.

Like a tsunami, it surged with massive force, instilling fear at the sight.

These Exotic Beasts varied in shape, ferocious and terrifying, some with shimmering scale armor, others with rough skin and flesh, enormous as mountains,

they densely filled every visible place, sprawling across mountains and valleys, almost leaving no inch of land uncovered.

In the sky, countless flying Exotic Beasts gathered into a pitch-black storm cloud, blotting out the sky and sun, devouring the original beams of sunlight entirely.

As they fanned their wings and soared, they brought gusts of bone-chilling winds.

Their wings tore through the air, producing deafening roars, foretelling an apocalypse that sent shivers down one’s spine.

On the ground, the surging Exotic Beast tide was even more frightening.

One after another, layer upon layer, it rolled and roared like an endless ocean on land.

Each Exotic Beast had eyes burning with madness and bloodlust.

Their mouths bore sharp fangs gleaming with cold light, forming colossal maws capable of devouring the heavens and earth.

Their earth-shaking roars intertwined, forming a frightening symphony that instilled terror in the hearts of all who heard it.

Yet at the same time, they all charged forward with all their might.

The sound of hooves and claws striking the ground was thunderous, shaking the earth.

Were it just this, it would not lead these hunting squads, with an average cultivation of the Sixth Grade Quasi-Grandmaster Level, to despair.

However, behind the Middle-Low Tier Exotic Beast Group, the faint auras of High Tier Exotic Beasts emerged like the dawn at the break of day, piercing through layers of mist in an instant, silently revealing themselves.

These auras were deep and vast, akin to the mysterious forces in ancient forests, silently spreading through the world, instilling a sense of awe.

Beneath the vast sky, through rolling black clouds and flickering lightning, one could vaguely see terrifying giant dragons, covering the sky, coiling above the clouds.

Their massive bodies were as majestic as mountains, each scale like an embedded star, gleaming brilliantly.

The giant dragons opened their colossal mouths, roaring deafeningly, the sound rushing straight to the heavens, shaking the universe, liberally casting a terrifying might that chilled the heart.

Their eyes resembled abysses, unfathomable, containing endless wildness and arrogance.

Wielding razor-sharp claws, each swipe seemed to rend the sky, leaving blazing trails.

The air reverberated with their dragon chants, a declaration of sovereignty over the world, and an unyielding warning to challengers.

At the horizon, an emerging pressure of suffocating terror surged.

As if surpassing life and death, a sense of oppression transcending all existed, bending time and space until they became distorted and blurred before this pressure.

Dark clouds loomed, lightning and thunder roared, as if the wrath of ancient deities signaled an unspeakable calamity about to descend.

"Run... Run... Run..."

"Quickly! Go back!"

"Damn it! The Dragon Race! They have descended again!"

"..."

Shrill cries instantly resounded through the forest.

The hunting squads who stayed behind, while shouting, frantically turned and fled from the area.

In these circumstances, not pausing, not even slowing down, had but one outcome.

That was death!

And moreover, not leaving a body behind!

The arrogance just moments ago mirrored the current miserable state.

On the other side, those terrifying auras, whether due to some command or other reasons,

did not launch an attack on these hunting squad martial artists but merely used their pressure to drive the Middle-Low Tier Exotic Beasts forward.

From a bird’s-eye view, countless Great Xia Martial Artists were like encountering ghosts, crazily running from all directions towards the nearest Third Major Defensive Line Guardian City.

And at the horizon, the Dragon God’s thought swept over, and a flash of realization appeared in its eyes.

"Blood food? So much blood food! No wonder the second chose to occupy this area, so that’s how it is."

"Hmph! Seems those bastards who attacked are after this blood food!"

"In that case, devour all this blood food."

"By then, the mastermind behind the scenes will naturally reveal themselves."

Muttering to itself, it seemed to have figured out all the causes and consequences.