Shen Xuan received it, and his Divine Sense sank into it.
A moment later, his brows knit slightly.
On the front lines, the Demon Race had launched another large-scale offensive, their assault ferocious.
Several small and mid-sized Sect mountain gates had already been shattered, their lineages cut off.
Several border Immortal Cities had suffered massacres, living beings plunged into utter misery.
In previous years, the Spirit Control Sect had manufactured a large number of new-type Tier Two Puppets, once stabilizing the battlefront.
But these Puppet Armies needed to be assembled in formation before they could exert their true power.
The Qin Country's territory was vast, the front lines long; many small and mid-sized Sects and Immortal Cities possessed limited strength and were powerless to resist the concentrated impact of the Demon Race's armies.
The fighting was intense; even Nascent Soul True Monarchs were being frequently wounded.
