The first wave of Demon Realm Holy Ancestors to invade the Spirit World had not been numerous. The characteristics of these three were obvious, so Luo Hong recognized them at a glance.
"You mere Fusion junior, how dare you be so arrogant? Do you think we are gravely wounded and on the verge of death?!"
Poison Dragon immediately shouted in fury, yet he did not rise to attack.
Xue Guang and Yuan Cha beside him did not even utter any harsh words!
Although the strike from the Supreme Yang Star Fortress had been immensely powerful, much of its force had dispersed by the time it struck Tanggu Great Camp, so it naturally could not kill the three Demon Race Holy Ancestors.
However, they had not escaped unscathed either, instead suffering rather serious injuries.
If they forced themselves to act while bearing such injuries, they could still display Mahayana-level combat strength, but their wounds would inevitably worsen.
That would undoubtedly give their enemies an opportunity to exploit, so Poison Dragon and the other two did not wish to make a move against Luo Hong at this moment.
Of course, this was also because they believed that as long as any one of them acted, they would be able to destroy Luo Hong. That was why this situation had arisen.
"The three seniors have already been reduced to such a state, yet you still dare to look down on Luo. Is that not a little too arrogant?"
Luo Hong had dealt with Demon Race cultivators more than once or twice, so he quickly saw through the three demons' thoughts. Finding it laughable, he spoke coldly.
"You Human Race brat, there is no need to put on a show. If you could launch that attack again within a short period of time, why