Pingxin quickly took stock in her mind of the combat strength arrayed against them.
Luohu himself had an unfathomable cultivation base. He had likely already recovered to the peak he had possessed back when he was a Chaos Demon God.
Behind him stood fifteen Daluo Golden Immortals of the Origin.
Add to that the seven Heavenly Dao Sages. Though two had gone to deal with Di Jun's and East Prince Gong's formations, five still remained.
This lineup was terrifying beyond measure.
Pingxin quickly took stock of her own side's combat strength.
Wu, Zhen Yuanzi, Minghe, Tongtian, Hongyun, Wang Shu, Taiyi, West Queen Mother, Candle Dragon... nearly all the top almighty figures of the Primordial World were here.
But even so, in terms of numbers, they were still at a disadvantage.
To keep them pinned down, the Heavenly Dao had truly poured in blood-soaked capital.
This battle would not be easy.
Standing behind Pingxin, Zhen Yuanzi stroked his long beard. On that face of his, usually as calm as drifting clouds and light winds, a trace of solemnity appeared as well.
He could sense that the foundations of the fifteen Devil Race Daluo Golden Immortals of the Origin behind Luohu were all incomparably solid. They were absolutely not there to make up the numbers with reed pipes among the players, but true powerhouses who had killed their way out from mountains of corpses and seas of blood.
The resources the Heavenly Dao had invested in the Demon Realm over these years far exceeded everyone's imagination.
Just as the two sides faced off, swords drawn and bows bent, a great battle on the verge of erupting at the slightest touch...
Luohu suddenly spoke.
"This place is still too small."
"For a struggle at our level, if we truly let loose here, this