Several days later, it was dusk.
On the western coast of the Eastern Victorious Divine Continent, the once beautiful scenery of coconut trees bathed in the setting sun was gone. The entire beach was filled with pitch-black demonic beings.
Each of them was heavily armored with crimson eyes and a bloodthirsty battle spirit on their faces. Although they were divided into separate battle arrays, they still seemed somewhat chaotic and noisy.
Behind them, on the sea surface, were gigantic black ferries stranded ashore. Hundreds and thousands of demonic beings were leaping off the ships, wading through the water to reach the shore.
Deeper in the other side of the coast, the once dense coconut grove had long been completely chopped down. Stretched over a hundred miles along the coast stood eighteen massive altar arrays, each several hundred feet tall.
