However, although the Demon Sect had many powerful fighters, it was ultimately just one faction. In the end, this great war would come down to a struggle between the human and demon races.
As more and more powerful fighters fell on both sides, even a major faction with the Demon Sect's strength could barely hold on. It had already begun to pull back its front lines.
"Damn it! Where has Jiang Taixuan gone? Why hasn't he shown himself yet?!"
In an unstable pocket of space, the Demon Venerable's clone roared in agitation. The black aura around him grew denser, but compared to before, it now carried a hint of bloodthirsty, sinister energy. A tinge of red had crept into his golden eyes.
Something was badly wrong with him. It was as if something were eating away at his mind.
Beneath his feet lay a demon settlement of modest size, now transformed into a sea of blood. Every demon there had become part of it, reduced to fine threads of blood that flowed into the spear in his hand.
In an instant, he seemed to sense something. He whipped around to look into the distance, a fearsome smile spreading across his face.
"Found you."
Jiang Shu stood atop a stretch of space, his white robes as brilliant as snow. The Chaos Thunder Pool had manifested above his head.
The fate of several great cities had put every nearby city on high alert. Their protective arrays were active at all times, sealing off the cities, with a Demon Lord personally stationed in each one. Even if Jiang Shu wanted to sneak in, it would have been extremely difficult. So he had simply found a remote place, bathed himself in the black sun, and waited for the Demon Venerable's clone to arrive.
"This