The Shadow Demon Dao Child and the Nether Heaven Imperial Son fought to a standstill.
One side was thick with ghostly shadows, appearing and vanishing unpredictably, retreating after every sword strike. The other was berserk and tyrannical, adamantine and indestructible, casually stomping through dozens of kilometers of void.
At one point, fighting to his heart's content, the Nether Heaven Imperial Son fired a dim World-Extinguishing Divine Light from the horn atop his head. Even the Shadow Demon Dao Child could not withstand it. He could only scream and use one of his exceedingly scarce life-bound shadow bodies to die in his place.
The Nine Great Dao Children watched them coldly without saying a word.
Buzz!
The Obsidian Door trembled.
It opened once more!
Horned Demon Tribesmen in full armor emerged one after another. There were three thousand of them, all radiating the aura of Golden Core Peak.
Their gazes were cold and their formations orderly. Even after undergoing ultra-long-range Space Teleportation, their formation had not scattered in the slightest.
Jiang Ding's pupils contracted, and every hair on his body stood on end.
A moment later, he relaxed.
These newcomers were far weaker than the Nether Heaven Imperial Son, roughly comparable to Immortal Cult Core Disciples. They were not particularly powerful individually, but their combined aura was seamless; three thousand people were like a single person.
Each of these towering Horned Demon Tribesmen had a golden scale on his chest, which they seemed immensely proud to display. It emitted streak after streak of pure golden light.
"Greetings, Imperial Son!"
The three thousand Horned Demon Tribe warriors ignored the humans watching them. Facing the Nether Heaven Imperial Son, they dropped to one knee, planted their long halberds into the ground, and kowtowed with a thunderous crash, carrying out the ancient ritual embedded