When the Demon Race retreated like a receding tide towards the Wangchuan Mountain Range, the people of the Hundred Sects Alliance gradually stopped moving.
"Look!"
Someone pointed at the sky in surprise.
The coalition forces immediately stopped fleeing and turned their eyes to the sky.
The true darkness had quietly risen in the sky, drifting from afar and gradually engulfing all light. No one could see what lay within the darkness, and even perception couldn't penetrate it, only the edge of the mystery could be felt.
The retreating Demon Race also witnessed this scene, but none knew what it was, except for He Nian, whose brows were furrowed deeply, urging a quicker retreat, shouting at the demons beside him to hurry.
In a short while, more than a million demons had retreated into the Wangchuan Mountain Range, all looking up at the darkness that continued to move towards them. Although it spread slowly, He Nian from the Immortal Sect still urged for a retreat.
