Although Ancient Demons were fond of battle as well, compared to these Heavenly Demons, they were little shamans meeting a great shaman.
Back then, only when the mighty beings of the Three Realms joined hands had there been talk of the ancient seal.
Before that, countless living beings had been plunged into misery and suffering. Those agonizing memories had gradually faded with the passage of time, but Painting Demon was one of the nine True Devil Progenitors. He had witnessed and personally experienced that great war, so naturally his memories of it were profound to the extreme.
Now times had changed, and the seal had actually been broken through. Could the catastrophe of those days be about to play out again in the Saint World?
Painting Demon's expression was gloomy to the extreme, and between his brows, an astonishing vicious aura was hidden.
He wielded his brush and splashed ink, and in the blink of an eye, countless armored soldiers emerged from the tip of his brush.
Some bent bows and nocked arrows, while others swung long sabers and great axes. Although the Supernatural Powers of the Outer-Domain Heavenly Demons had many strange aspects, before a True Devil Progenitor, they still seemed powerless to turn back the tide. Very quickly, several dozen of them fell.
"Lord Painting Demon is mighty!"
"Such petty clowns dare come to the Saint World to run wild? They truly don't know life from death."
Seeing the Progenitor break the enemy with one move, every Ancient Demon present was overjoyed. Their morale soaring, they counterattacked with all their might, and very quickly reversed the rout.
Although it could not be said that they were now standing as equals against the Outer-Domain Heavenly Demons, at the very least, they were no longer so helpless.
Painting Demon