"You have Buddhist followers, but the armies under my command aren't pushovers either."
After his initial shock, Emperor Owl Demon Peng gave a cold snort. They had exchanged a few brief blows, and he now had a fair grasp of the Heart-Destroying Ancient Buddha's strength.
Though the other party had only awakened again after many years of dormancy, his strength had not faded much. At least, with those black-purple Yin waters to aid him, Emperor Owl Demon Peng knew that dealing with him would be no easy task.
Right now, he had no time to concern himself with Lu Xiaotian and the other youngsters inside the grand formation. Besides, this was the Cloud Owl Demon Palace; those juniors wouldn't get far.
Emperor Owl Demon Peng swept out a hand, and a chorus of long, piercing owl cries rang out.
In the void, the neatly arrayed Demon Peng army was divided into several formations, led mainly by the golden-crowned, red-crowned, and green-crowned Demon Pengs.
These Demon Pengs were the three branches of Emperor Owl Demon Peng's line. Each army was led by a powerhouse on the same level as the Fire Salamander of No Desire, though none of them possessed a Turbid Immortal Pot like his.
Even Emperor Owl Demon Peng couldn't easily produce many half-step Mystic Heaven demonic artifacts like that.
The Fire Salamander of No Desire was suddenly at the side of the golden-crowned Demon Peng. The three Demon Peng armies, meanwhile, were led by a three-headed white owl with no pupils.
"The Pale-Eyed King Owl!" The Golden Gu Demon Monk and the others looked utterly grim. The situation was already perilous beyond measure; the aftershocks of the battle between Emperor Owl Demon Peng and the Heart-Destroying Ancient Buddha alone had left them at a severe disadvantage. And now