The number of fiends dwindled rapidly. The Primordial Land's villains slew the most, while Daoist Immortals, Ancient Desolate Beasts, and the Phoenix Clan provided support. Though the fiends appeared highly cultivated, they lacked Spiritual Intelligence; once their flaws were found, killing them was easy.
Energy flashed explosively throughout the secret realm.
Only Bai Yujun and her two friends stood in an empty stretch of space. The fiends instinctively avoided them, not daring to approach.
Bai Yujun waited, waiting for the shifting situation to push the pseudo-Saints to the limits of their patience.
They had come all this way, their eyes were red, and they had made such a grand show of force. They had to fight, or how could they answer to the spectators across the Primordial Land and the Myriad Worlds?
Her dragon soul's computational power ran at full force, ready at any moment for a sudden attack.
Even at such a critical moment, she did not forget to make a joke.
"Good thing I got bored and established a power structure back then. Small matters can be left to my subordinates, sparing me the trouble of doing everything personally."
Little Phoenix nodded.
"Coo."
The monkey dug at his ears, then habitually flicked a finger.
"Eek, are you sure wiping out these rotten-flesh puppets will make them act? Honestly, I suspect those pseudo-Saints have already left, or perhaps never came at all. Otherwise, how long are we supposed to wait?"
That stream of monkey chatter reached the ears of the three quasi-Saints. They could not remember how long it had been since they had grown accustomed to being respectfully called Saints and accepting the worship of all living beings. Now, hearing a demon monkey casually utter the words "pseudo-Saint" was like stomping on their faces. The discomfort in their