Pingxin quickly assessed the forces facing her.
Luohu himself possessed unfathomable cultivation. He had likely recovered the power he held at his peak as a Chaos Demon God.
Behind him stood fifteen Hunyuan Grand Unity Golden Immortals.
Add the seven Heavenly Dao Saints, and even with two occupied by Di Jun's and the East King Duke's formations, five remained.
It was a terrifying force.
Pingxin quickly assessed her own side.
Wu, Zhen Yuanzi, Minghe, Tongtian, Hong Yun, Wangshu, Taiyi, the West Queen Mother, Candle Dragon... Nearly all the Primordial Wilderness's foremost Great Powers were here.
Even so, they were still outnumbered.
The Heavenly Dao had spared no expense to keep them occupied.
This battle would not be easy.
Behind Pingxin, Zhen Yuanzi stroked his long beard. A trace of gravity had appeared on his usually serene face.
He could sense that each of the fifteen Hunyuan experts of the Demon Clan behind Luohu had a firm foundation. None were there to make up the numbers. They were true powerhouses who had fought their way through mountains of corpses and seas of blood.
The resources the Heavenly Dao had poured into the Demon Realm over the years far exceeded anyone's imagination.
The two sides faced off, tensions drawn taut, with battle about to erupt.
Then Luohu spoke.
"This place is too small."
"If fighters of our level let loose here, the Primordial World will be destroyed."
"That benefits neither of us."
"Come. Let's fight in Chaos."
"There's room there, and it can withstand what we unleash."
"As for them," Luohu said, sweeping his gaze over Zhen Yuanzi, Minghe, and the others, "they can come too."
"Let the youngsters of the Primordial Wilderness fight among themselves."
His words made sense.
The aftershocks of any Hunyuan expert's attacks would cause immense destruction here.