Just as Saine and Duan Po worked in seamless coordination, Evil Spirit Buddha, Wind-Drilling Demon King, and Old Man Xuan Tian also arrived at the other side, where the melee was even fiercer.
Evil Spirit Buddha's expression was grim as he looked at the scene before him, where everyone was locked in chaotic battle.
His face, already covered in black skull markings, had grown several shades darker.
Old Man Xuan Tian was also unusually silent. He had not even brought his disciples along.
Because Old Man Xuan Tian had a premonition that this matter would not end peacefully.
Having caused such a massive disturbance, who knew how Wizard Civilization would punish them.
In truth, not much time had passed since the battle first erupted.
But given Wizard Civilization's responsiveness, how much time could they possibly have left for Evil Spirit Buddha to clean up the mess he had made?
Only Wind-Drilling Demon King, on the other side, remained utterly carefree. He could actually still laugh at a time like this.
"You idiot, what are you still doing here?!"
"Do I need to let Great King Wind-Drilling teach you a lesson before you, you grandson, finally learn to remember?"
Wind-Drilling Demon King, with Quasi-Saint-level strength, cursed at Sky Devil Locust, who was still battling Fumila.
It could not be helped. Among the Immortal Domain Cultivators fighting these Wizard Civilization experts, Sky Devil Locust, as a Demon Cultivator, was the most conspicuous.
Wind-Drilling Demon King was also a member of the Demon Race. If he did not curse it first, who else would he curse?
Sky Devil Locust, now being called a grandson by Wind-Drilling Demon King, could only swallow its bitterness in silence.
What should have been an overwhelming encirclement and extermination battle—who could have expected it to turn out like