They fought desperately to hold it off, but the gap between realms was laid out right there before them. What was more, this stone man was impervious to blades and spears. Whether high-level cultivators could break through its defenses was hard to say, but at the very least, when the treasures and spells of these few slammed into it, they could not be said to be completely useless—yet the effect was minuscule.
After roughly the time it took to drink a cup of tea, several Sea Race members had all perished, smashed to pulp and shattered bones by the stone man's fists.
At a certain volcanic crater.
A half-human, half-bird Demon Race being had his entire body wrapped in azure arcs of lightning. With a sweep of his forelimbs, countless claw-lights instantly shot out.
As far as the eye could see, several li around were shrouded in demon wind and corpse qi.
A tall, thin figure was locked in battle with that Demon Race being.
Half an hour later, the corpse qi dispersed, and a monster covered in green hair had been beaten to a bloody mess by that Demon Race being.
Then green light flashed, and the Demon Race being descended, his expression also extremely ugly. Although he had won, it was because he was at the mid-stage Lihe Realm.
Yet the entire fight had still been perilous beyond measure. How could there be a Corpse Demon of the Lihe Realm here? Looking at the fellow who had already fallen, his face filled with deep thought, and an ill premonition spread through his chest.
At this very moment, within this mysterious Desolate Island, the cultivators who encountered ghostly beings from the Underworld Realm were naturally far from limited to just them. Caught off guard, who knew how