Faced with this sudden turn of events, everyone from the Devil Race stood there dumbfounded, not knowing what had happened.
The Nether Demon Lord in particular had been planning to devour the Heavenly Dao after defeating it, allowing his own strength to rise another level.
He had never expected the mantis to stalk the cicada while the oriole lurked behind—the Heavenly Dao he had defeated through painstaking effort had actually been snatched away by someone else.
This immediately filled him with boundless fury.
Although this Heavenly Dao had only just broken through to the first stage of the Divine Realm,
it was the embodiment of the will of the entire Human Realm, and was fundamentally incomparable to an ordinary first-stage Divine Realm expert.
Otherwise, how could it have held out for so long while surrounded and attacked by them?
But at this moment, no matter how unwilling he was, he could only accept his loss.
That was because the black shadow had already vanished without a trace.
Clearly, within the void, his opponent possessed a much greater advantage and could move through it unhindered.
It went without saying that such an existence was not to be trifled with. If he recklessly gave chase, he probably would not come out ahead.
Moreover, in the instant it seized the Heavenly Dao Soul, the black shadow had displayed strength no weaker than his own.
Especially within the void, he truly might not be able to defeat his opponent.
Faced with this situation, he had no choice but to abandon the thought of pursuing it.
Now that the guardian of the Human Realm had been destroyed, it was time for the Devil Race to reap their harvest.
With that thought, the Nether Demon Lord turned his head toward the Human Realm, raised the weapon