As soon as the thought fell, Qin Tian's figure suddenly disappeared, and in the next moment, he had flashed to the demonic creatures' gathering area at the edge of the battlefield.
The demonic creatures here had not yet been affected by the Empire's geniuses, and a mass of them were densely covering the ice field, howling as they approached the main battlefield.
He stood on a large frozen boulder, hands behind his back, and a flash of purple lightning flickered in his eyes.
"Let's start from here."
Before he finished speaking, he raised his fingertip, and the Spiritual Energy around him gathered wildly. The sky suddenly filled with dark clouds, and countless purple-gold lightning bolts rolled and gathered like wyrms.
"Descend!"
With a light shout from Qin Tian, several thick lightning bolts crashed down.
