Daoist Shichen relied on his own advantages to slaughter the gathered powerhouses of the Primordial Star Sea until men were knocked head over heels and horses toppled.
No one understood better than him how to face this kind of chaotic group battle. Back then, the entire Primordial World had besieged him, and they had still almost failed to kill him.
But just as his spirits were soaring, he suddenly sensed a terrifying killing intent. The Ancestor of Space abruptly charged out and locked straight onto him.
"Li Xinghe, I @#￥％..." Daoist Shichen immediately broke into a furious string of curses.
He just knew that cooperating with this dog of a thing would lead to nothing good. He had originally thought that the Big Bosses of both sides had now entered a deathmatch, and no one would come specifically for him.
Indeed, right now the Human Race and the Demon Race were fighting until heaven was dark and earth was dim. Even if both sides had the heart to kill Daoist Shichen, they were also afraid the other side would make a dirty move.
So they had all held back.
Of course, there was another reason: they were all somewhat wary of Daoist Shichen. This old geezer had become much more cunning in this life than in his previous one. He no longer clashed head-on, and instead always loved launching sneak attacks.
Over these years, the Primordial Star Sea had suffered quite a bit at his hands as well. Many sects had been robbed by him.
Who could have imagined that Li Xinghe and the Ancestor of Space, who in everyone's understanding should have been fighting the fiercest, would suddenly stop?
And the Ancestor of Space had locked directly onto Daoist Shichen.
The gap between their realms was too great. Even