Everyone was unhappy from Wu Xiaotian’s mockery. But it was just as he had said, the roars came from five hundred miles away. The demonic beasts were putting on an act of intimidation from afar to probe them.

The number of demonic beasts also gradually increased in numbers, forming a black line at the far end of the horizon. But the demonic beasts didn’t launch their attacks, even the demonic beasts that would charge at the city occasionally had become quiet.

This was the calm before the storm. It was certain that the next attack would exceed everyone’s expectation. As they waited for the final battle, the cultivators felt their blood boil as more and more geniuses gathered in Swordmire City.

Although there were more geniuses, there wasn't anyone else comparable to the likes of Wu Xiaotian and Qin Yang. Every time a genius arrived, the inns would burst into discussion. Many people were speculating who would shine brightly in this beast tide.

The Draconic Banquet wasn’t far away, so this beast tide was probably the last event for the geniuses...