The Blood Scale King snorted coldly and stood up directly, saying, "Since this group of human cultivators is courting death, I, the Blood Scale King, will accompany them to the end! Make the arrangements, unleash the Beast Tide, and follow me down the mountain immediately! Today, if I don't kill a thousand human cultivators, I won't return here!"
The Elder Serpent Demon was delighted and quickly withdrew.
An hour later, at the border between the Holy Medicine Peak and the Beiming Sect.
A dark mass descended. The once empty land was now surrounded by endless Beast Tide. Looking around, every path and every peak was covered with the shadowy figures of spiritual beasts, rushing madly in this direction.
The number of these spiritual beasts was unknown. They were like a vast ocean, continuously spreading in all directions. Wherever they passed, dense forests were trampled down, hills leveled, and everything turned into debris and fragments scattered across the earth.
