Beneath the Blood-Colored Sky Light, nine beams of light descended from the heavens. They had sacrificed more than a hundred thousand high-level Blood Demons, along with Poz, a Half-Step Star Rank high-level lifeform. This enormous energy should have been enough for Naga civilization to summon an army of the same rank or even stronger. After all, the energy used for summoning and the energy of the summoned themselves were not equivalent. One could often achieve far greater results with far less investment.
But this enormous energy had summoned only nine people.
The vast blood light dissipated, and nine figures stood in the sky. Yet the immense pressure left Cheng Bo, who was vomiting below, even more horrified. He barely needed to use Mental Strength to confirm it—those nine were all Dragon Rank experts, and every one of them seemed no less dangerous than that red-scaled female monster!
"Is this Emerald City, which forced Daimon to compromise for ten thousand years?"
A cold voice rang out from among the nine figures, carrying a trace of disdain. Clearly, he did not think much of the barrier that had been so easily destroyed, nor of the so-called Blood Demon assassin grandmaster.
The others who had descended alongside him looked amused. The one who had spoken mockingly was Bo Lin, a member of the Naga faction, while the person accompanying Bo Lin was a Shadow Guard of the Shadow Naga race.
Seeing the arrogance in his young master's tone, the guard felt utterly numb inside.
He knew the situation on the battlefield well. He had personally witnessed the strength of Poz, the Blood Demon assassin grandmaster. Why had their faction been suppressed on this battlefield for ten thousand years? Because they had no Dragon Rank expert capable of matching Poz. Naturally, their young master