Several months later.
On a desolate plain somewhere in Cloud Province.
Sword Qi crisscrossed, Dharma Treasures danced through the air, and five-colored spiritual light and pitch-black devil Qi, like two ferocious beasts, tore at each other in midair.
For a while, the spiritual light suppressed the devil Qi; then the devil Qi suddenly surged again.
For a time, they were actually locked in a stalemate, making it hard to tell who would win and who would lose. Only crackling explosions kept pouring into the ear.
Clearly, this was a battle between cultivators and Ancient Demons. Each side had roughly a hundred people. Their numbers were not great, yet they were evenly matched, making this spell battle appear especially bitter and bloody.
Before the Split Soul of the Devil Ancestor Bingpo descended, the Ancient Demons' offensive had reined in considerably, shifting instead to focus on strengthening the defenses of the Sky Continent. But that did not mean they had given up on the other eleven provinces. It was only that, compared to before, their attacks were no longer so savage; the fighting between them and the cultivators, however, had never ceased for a single moment.
Seeing that the two sides were evenly matched, if they kept fighting like this, then no matter who ultimately won, it would certainly end with killing a thousand enemies while losing eight hundred of their own.
Yet just then, startling radiance flared in the distance, and specks of light in all colors appeared within sight.
"Damn it, they're immortal cultivators! Retreat!"
The leading Ancient Demon swept his divine sense over them and immediately turned pale with shock, hastily ordering his subordinates to make themselves scarce.
Immortal cultivators did have the temperament of hanging things high when they did not concern them, but now that the devil