"Heh, all bark and no bite."
Sensing the demon kings retreating one by one, Jiang Sheng gave a soft laugh. There were only a dozen or so demon kings—he did not even consider them worth his notice.
As for the demon tide, he cared even less.
To put it bluntly, the demon tide was nothing more than cannon fodder the demon kings drove against Penglai's formation. And those demon kings mixed among the fodder—how strong could they possibly be?
The truly powerful demon kings all remained within their respective demon domains, occupying places rich in demonic qi. Only the weak demon kings, those unable to survive in the demon domains, would run to the shallower layers of the Heavenly Abyss, filled with unrealistic notions and wild fantasies of controlling the demons to break through the formation.
The Nine Origins Heavenly Abyss: one billion eight hundred million li of demon domains, endless demons, turbid and foul qi that corroded heaven and earth, and the spreading power of the Abyssal Ruins.
It sounded terrifying, certainly, but in the eyes of the Upper Three Realms, the Nine Origins Heavenly Abyss was not truly a problem worth troubling immortals and gods over.
Cultivators of the middle and lower six realms might see the Nine Origins Heavenly Abyss as a wound torn open in heaven and earth, a passage for demonic invasion, an Abyssal Ruins fissure that could never heal and brought endless disasters.
But to the Upper Three Realms, the Nine Origins Heavenly Abyss was merely that.
There were some matters whose truth even Dharma Image True Persons like Tian Ming'an and Qiu Buyu could not see through. They were not yet qualified to come into contact with matters of a higher level, nor was there any need for them to speculate on the