"Good! Good! I thought we had schemed until the very end, but I never expected you to be behind it all."
Zu Long stared fixedly at the three figures suspended in the void, his heart filled with unwillingness. They had schemed for everything, only to find out in the end that they were merely pawns manipulated at will on someone else's chessboard.
"Hahaha!!!"
"You don't need to look at us like that. Weren't you planning to treat Chaos and Taotie the exact same way?" said a cold, majestic young man with Aohen-colored matter surging around his exterior, wearing a black voluminous robe and surrounded by an aura of endless ferocity, speaking with disdain.
"Pfft!"
"Demon Ancestor Rahu, you win. I admit defeat," Zu Long said unwillingly.
Behind Zu Long, Black Tortoise, Qilin, and White Tiger similarly wore expressions of unwillingness.
Yuan Feng took a deep breath, calming the lingering disappointment of her defeat, and then looked toward the green-haired Daoist in the distant void. "Yang Mei! Once again, you have the last laugh."
The previous incarnations of Yuan Feng, Zu Long, and the others were all Chaos Fiendgods, but during the Opening Heaven War, they were rather unlucky and lacked sufficient strength, having their physical bodies nearly destroyed by Pangu.
Only parts of their flesh, blood, and souls remained, entering the Primordial World to merge with it and return anew.
An Innate Fiendgod body naturally could not compare to a Chaos Fiendgod physique. Looking at the Space Fiendgod Yang Mei in the void, the envy goes without saying.
However,
Zu Long, Yuan Feng, and the others had lost, but they were not overly despairing. If it were only Demon Ancestor Rahu, they would certainly have despaired at this moment and shattered their Great Daos, forcing Demon Ancestor Rahu to pay