The sky gradually dimmed, the afterglow of the sunset painting its last, dark brushstroke across the horizon.
Chen Che stood on a hilltop, watching the crowd search everywhere for their comrades. The moment Mist Rain Tower retreated, some cultivators had simply collapsed, never to get up again. The cultivators of Jinyun Valley carried these physically and mentally exhausted companions back to their temporary camp.
The beast tide, now out of control, had mostly fled, but a small portion refused to leave. There were even many beasts that had yet to develop spiritual intelligence, gnawing on the corpses on the ground. As they ate, a glint of cunning suddenly flashed through their muddled eyes.
They were demonifying.
A few nearby cultivators glanced over. Seeing the newly demonified wolf cowering with its tail between its legs, looking utterly terrified, they couldn't even be bothered to act.
