In the Holy Zhi Palace, everyone was preparing their best for the upcoming battle.
At that moment, in Ye Futian's quarters in the Sage Palace, the Sword Demon and Sage Daozang were there, looking towards the front.
Ye Futian stood there and, in front of him, there were flocks of avian demonic beasts. These demonic beasts had one similarity, and that was their speed. Among them were wind rocs, gale eagles, and golden-winged condors.
Even the weakest of these demonic beasts were at the pinnacle of the Noble Plane. There were even a few of them who had entered the Sage Plane and were mounts that had been trained by the Palace's experts. However, at that moment, all of the demonic beasts were being engulfed by a terrifying aura. Ye Futian's eyes appeared to have become a terrifying storm, endlessly deep and demonic. His gaze shot directly into the beasts' eyes, into their brains, where he imprinted his Spiritual Will on them.