After Ao Shiba charged in as well, everyone looked at one another. They were not in the Mystic Realm and could not compare to those two in their utter disregard. Merely standing above the Nirvana Pool, they already felt as though fire were scorching their brows. Every breath felt like they were about to breathe out flames. Sweat poured down their bodies, only to be instantly evaporated clean.
"Hmph, you bunch of cowards!" Hai Wuya sneered. A sapphire-blue droplet hovered above his head, enveloping his entire body. The vapor spreading from it shielded him, and even this sea of fire filling the sky seemed unable to burn through it.
Splash! With a tremendous crash, Hai Wuya plunged downward with the force of Mount Tai bearing down, raising a thousand-meter wave of molten lava within the Nirvana Pool.
At that moment, the leaders of the various Ancient Desolate factions exchanged glances, then followed Hai Wuya and rushed down one after another.
They had already reached the pinnacle of their development. This might be their sole chance to break into the Mystic Realm. Given the current situation in the Ancient Desolate lands, any Mystic Realm expert held extraordinary significance for their race.
Under the pressure brought by the Abyssal Demon Lord, it was not only the human race that faced the danger of extermination. They were no better off. If the Devil Race had not spent recent years primarily regrouping and directing its main assault toward humanity, they would never have enjoyed such leisure.
They all knew that the clash between the two sides was ready to erupt at the slightest touch and could no longer be avoided.
In the short term, the Nirvana Pool was their only chance to enter the Mystic Realm.
"Ah!"
Yet while everyone was still hesitating, a