Three more top Demon Emperors of the Extraterritorial Evil Clan had appeared. However, although Qin Tian and the others who were in the middle of battle looked somewhat grave, they did not show the horrified despair their enemies had expected.
"There are still experts?"
The Three Demon Emperors' expressions tightened slightly. The people of the Great Thousand World did not look as if they were putting on an act. Clearly, the Sacred Abyss side very likely still had something to rely on.
"Heh, the Extraterritorial Evil Clan has grown more and more arrogant. Have you forgotten how you broke your spears and sank into the sand in the Sacred Abyss back then?"
Suddenly, a faint laugh rang out, its tone carrying a calm composure. The gazes of the Demon Emperors shifted abruptly and fixed on the sky not far away.
The next moment, space rippled slightly, and the figure of a Gray-Robed Old Man slowly emerged. On his cuff was engraved the image of a grand palace, and a sacred, dignified aura spread from him.
"I wondered who it was. So it's someone from the Great Thousand Palace. You must be the guardian of the Sacred Abyss, then?"
A withered, gaunt, pale demonic figure stared at the Gray-Robed Old Man ahead with two cold pupils set in sunken eye sockets. A moment later, when he sensed the latter's spiritual energy fluctuations, a cold gleam immediately surfaced on his face.
"But with your strength at the Immortal Grade Middle Stage, do you really think you can stop us?"
As soon as his words fell, the other two demonic figures simultaneously released a fierce intent, their gazes locking onto Lu Tong. Strength at the Immortal Grade Middle Stage was clearly not enough for them to take seriously.
Any one of the demons