The Sky Tearing Peng Emperor and the White Sheep Demon King were speeding through the void.
Suddenly.
The Sky Tearing Peng Emperor raised his brow and looked into the distance, his pupils contracting.
There—
Several gigantic warships stood in the distant sky, packed with figures. Rolling Killing Intent surged forward, suffocating them.
"Hm? It's the Chu Tian Division!"
The Sky Tearing Peng Emperor's expression turned cold. Seeing the other side's banner, killing intent flashed in his eyes.
This Chu Tian Division was truly brazen beyond measure. Judging from their direction, they were most likely headed for the inner region.
They wanted to strike first, but the other side clearly had the same idea—they both wanted to eliminate the other before they could act.
As a result, they had run straight into each other.
"These bastards have run wild, slaughtering the great demons of my race. Today is their day of death," the White Sheep Demon King said coldly.
As the saying went, there was a road to heaven, yet they refused to take it; there was no gate to hell, yet they barged right in.
If they had cowered within Spirit Stream Mountain, killing Chu Jiang might have taken some effort.
But taking the initiative to attack now was simply courting death.
Just then, a streak of lightning suddenly appeared behind the two of them. A scarlet Saber Light slashed toward the White Sheep Demon King's back.
"Not good!"
The bone-piercing cold light sent a chill down the White Sheep Demon King's back, as though it would freeze his soul.
But that Saber Light was far too fast, already within arm's reach.
He had no time to react at all.
At the critical moment.
The Sky Tearing Peng Emperor flapped his wings and erupted with extreme speed, manifesting a vast