Under the blessing of the Heroic Painting, the first three waves of the demonic frenzy seemed no longer a challenge to Jiang Shi and others, but rather a game of cutting melons and vegetables. It felt as if the Mansu Forest Land was no longer a terrifying forbidden place full of crises, but a playground for beautiful maidens.
But happy times are always short.
"Isn't this number... a bit too much?" Qian Gongyu's voice slightly trembled, "There didn't seem to be this many yesterday, right?"
After the fourth wave of the demonic frenzy began, the dense fog did not get too close to the shelter but maintained a distance of two hundred meters. At first, they didn't understand why the fog suddenly seemed cowardly, until the demons started marching through the mountains and fields.
Too many.
