At this point, the atmosphere among the Desolate Heaven Empire's forces had shifted.
The Beast Tide no longer felt like an apocalyptic calamity—because Bai Zihan had turned it into a harvest.
"Look at that!"
One junior cultivator whispered as Bai Zihan cut down another Grade-9 beast with casual elegance.
"They just keep lining up to die."
"Do these beasts not learn?" another snorted. "Throwing more bodies at him won't change the result!"
"Honestly, are we sure this is a High-Level Beast Tide?"
A spear-bearing inner disciple chimed in.
Laughter spread through the ranks.
Even the Elders cracked faint smiles.
Last time, they had been terrified by just the sheer numbers.
This time?
Watching Bai Zihan massacre wave after wave of Grade-9 beasts made them relax—perhaps too much.
Some began treating the battle like a spectacle between their own attacks, shouting comments that bordered on playful:
"Hey, the next group is coming! Guess how long he'll take to kill this batch?"
