Before his words had even faded, the demon cultivators cast aside all restraint. Shielded by the Demonic Dao Wheel, boundless demonic qi soared into the heavens. Every one of them was a terrifying existence at the great perfection of the quasi-saint realm.
Insolence!
How dare these ancient remnant races run rampant in the Primordial World!
The remaining thirty-odd great cultivators were shocked and enraged, glaring fixedly at the four factions, their eyes filled with fear and hatred. The Primordial World was now ruled by Cang Gate, yet these forces that should never have appeared had openly emerged for the method of becoming a Primordial Grand Unity Golden Immortal. It was difficult for them to accept.
The atmosphere in the field was drawn taut as a bowstring. The thirty-odd great cultivators were caught in a dilemma. They stood no chance against any one of these factions, and at this moment, they did not even have the right to speak.
Interesting.
Tai Cang's lips curved slightly as he watched the confrontation with cold eyes.
This was precisely the situation he wished to see. He could also use this chance to probe the foundations of the Demon Realm and the cultivators of the three races. Though these overlords of the ancient era had been swept aside by the tide of history, the strength they displayed was still frightening.
Demon Realm vermin, do you truly think we fear you?
The cultivators of the three races shouted furiously, stepping forward against the chilling demonic might. In an instant, torrents of magical power collided, shattering mountains and rivers across a million miles and reducing countless living beings to ashes.
Amid the ravaging shockwaves, those great cultivators of the Primordial World hastily formed formations to protect themselves, then fled into the distance without looking back, their eyes