But helplessly, the Sea Flood Dragon Race's Old Ancestor had yet to make a move.
What a pity, such a perfect opportunity.
At that moment, Demon Abyss Old Demon, standing nearby, saw that Ling Pengyun and the Star Sea Pavilion Nascent Soul cultivators had not only slain the Sea Flood Dragon Race Grand Elder, but were even leaving so openly. He immediately grew anxious.
Earlier, when the Sea Flood Dragon Race Grand Elder had called for aid, he had made a harsh declaration: if the Crimson Buddha Demon Sect failed to provide timely support, the alliance between the Sea Flood Dragon Race and the Crimson Buddha Demon Sect would inevitably be severed.
Such a calamity would certainly bring punishment from the Crimson Buddha Demon Sect's upper ranks.
Demon Abyss Old Demon was especially fearful of this. Thus, he immediately said to Crimson Sword Old Demon.
"Senior Brother, now that the Sea Flood Dragon Race Grand Elder has died miserably, I fear the Sea Flood Dragon Race will vent its fury upon our sect afterward. That will surely bring trouble. What should we do now?"
Crimson Sword Old Demon said coldly.
"Earlier, I saw that Star Sea Pavilion's side had not scattered the Sea Flood Dragon Race Grand Elder's Nascent Soul. If we can rescue it, this trouble will naturally be solved as easily as splitting bamboo."
After saying this, he brought out the incomparably powerful Transformation God Foundation demonic treasure, the Crimson Central Demon Sword. He then left the flying vessel, stepped atop the sword, and flew after Ling Pengyun and the others in the distance, leaving behind one sentence.
"I will hold back those Righteous Path Nascent Souls from Star Sea Pavilion first. Follow quickly. If anyone dares delay, I will detonate the Crimson Buddha Imprint in your minds."