The thick fog of the Netherworld was pierced by the lunar moonlight, and the beast clan's deities were swallowed by the flames of war. The scale of victory had completely tipped in favor of the human race.
The thunder-like drums grew increasingly intense. Dragon Emblems, each shifting unpredictably, fell one after another in accordance with human destiny, gradually causing the thunder drums—which originally could only be considered ordinary—to undergo a qualitative transformation, turning them into a supreme treasure of destiny symbolizing the human race's resistance against the beast tribes.
Seeing their deities swallowed by the fury of war, beast after beast lost the power of their patron deities, their intelligence rapidly drained from their bodies. Freed from the constraints of divine control, they ultimately began to scatter according to instinct. The torrential horde of beasts came to a halt beneath the natural barrier of Yixian Gorge, only to roll back as a dark gray wave and disperse in all directions. Amidst the scattered ripples of this tide, the beasts fell into complete chaos, turning into fractured corpses.
Chapter 437