A line of Demon-Pengs surged toward another area under Emperor Niao's command. His gaze was icy, and he felt more than a little regret. He had gone to great lengths to send his clone and a large army of devils into the Immortal Realm, thinking that dealing with Yan Ji, whose strength had already been greatly diminished, would be a piece of cake. It shouldn't have taken much effort. He had never expected things to take so many unexpected turns. A murderous glint he could scarcely conceal flashed in Emperor Niao's eyes, especially when he thought of that infuriating junior of the Dragon Clan at the Heavenly Immortal level.
Time and again, his plans had been ruined by that opponent. Having several Golden-Winged Demon-Pengs at the Heavenly Immortal level each lead a force to hold off the Underworld Luo Immortal Army had cost his people dearly. It was a terrible blunder. Looking back, he had underestimated the esoteric Buddhist sect far too much. Yet without coming here himself, who could have believed that the sect, already long past its prime, still had such deep reserves?
After a moment's thought, Emperor Niao realized that, within this secret realm of the esoteric Buddhist sect, he had no advantage over the other powers whatsoever. For now, he could only gather his forces and focus on protecting himself before considering anything else.
Even as a clone, Emperor Niao was nowhere near strong enough to contend with Ancient Buddha Burning Cloud. But Burning Cloud had too many things to worry about and could spare little energy to deal with him.
Moreover, thanks to Emperor Niao's exceptional eye for danger, the Demon-Peng Clan had paid a relatively small price on the way and managed to reunite with the other scattered clans.
Demonic flames gathered into a