The golden runes appeared like tiny tadpoles floating in the air, resembling golden satin, enveloping the entire Dragon Fall Island.
An immense presence suddenly descended, figures flew out from hidden places all over the island, their eyes sharp as knives, watching the demons in the sky who wanted to utterly annihilate them.
The Demon Clan were aghast to discover that the cultivators suddenly flying out from the island were unexpectedly the Nascent Soul powerhouses who had died in the previous battle between the righteous and demons, along with a large number of Golden Core Realm cultivators emerging.
In the blink of an eye, the number of human cultivators far exceeded that of the Demon Clan, the multitude of cultivators gathered together, their might soaring skyward, shocking the once arrogant demons who blanched.
They murmured among themselves, still unable to grasp what had truly transpired, why the dead could revive, why this place was a graveyard for human cultivators.
