Yuan Min and the others traveling with her, along with the demons, each brought out their strongest defensive measures, yet fear still showed plainly on their faces. The tremors shaking heaven and earth grew ever more pronounced. The power to move mountains and overturn seas made it impossible to keep their terror in check. Even with their strongest defenses deployed, whether they survived the clash between such powerful foes would come down to luck.
If fortune smiled on them, the old monsters fighting overhead might dart off into the distance, leaving their group completely unharmed. If they were unlucky, they would be swept into the heart of the battle—and crushed to pulp.
Yet in this situation, all they could do was gamble on luck. There was not a single thing they could do to change their fate.
Though they had all endured many life-and-death battles in the past, with their survival now entirely beyond their control, their hearts still pounded with terror. The tremors had been faint just moments ago, but in the brief time since, the vast, mountain-leveling, sea-filling waves of power had grown far more pronounced.
Even Yuan Min's face had gone deathly pale. Anyone with half a brain could see that their luck had truly failed them this time: they had been caught in the heart of the battle between several old monsters.
Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh! Sword Qi crisscrossed the air, carving ravines and deep fissures into the hard stone ground. The cracks plunged so far down that their bottoms could not be seen; faint threads of scorching magma seeped from within. Farther away, mountains thousands of zhang tall were sliced flat.
The surging devilish energy far surpassed that of any Devil Race powerhouse they had ever encountered. Several portals, seeming both real and illusory, drifted through