But that time, there had been Asura, and that was why everyone had been able to defeat the Outer-Domain Heavenly Demon.
The Three Realms today could not be called withered of talent, but there was absolutely no figure as astonishingly brilliant as Asura had been back then, let alone anyone capable of making all hearts unite as one fortress.
Whether the Demon World, the Spirit World, or the Underworld Hell, there was hardly any existence who could make everyone sincerely submit.
Although he and Li Yutong were no longer what they had once been, both were still hard-pressed to compare with Asura of those days, much less raise an arm and call out, drawing countless followers.
And the Outer-Domain Heavenly Demon had been resting and recuperating all these years. Even if its strength had not necessarily gone a hundred-foot pole further, it definitely would not be weaker than it had been in ancient times; in all likelihood, it should be much stronger.
With one side waxing and the other waning like this...
At this thought, Bingpo's face turned even more ashen to the extreme.
When the roof leaked, it had to be during a night of endless rain; another Flying Sword Message flew in from outside.
No, not one streak—there were as many as seven or eight streaks of Demon Light, and by a coincidence of fate, they all arrived here at the same time.
Bingpo's pupils shrank slightly. She released a vast divine sense to sweep over them, and already knew the whole story within.
These Flying Sword Messages, without exception, were all requests for aid, and every one of them mentioned the Outer-Domain Heavenly Demon.
"What useless trash!"
The lofty Bingpo Progenitor actually seemed somewhat flustered and exasperated. "Good for nothing but ruining everything. In my grand Saint