"Desolate Night, you've schemed against me many times. If you hadn't sabotaged my Kunpeng Demon Seed back then, I wouldn't have ended up weaker than you even now. Still, the victor became king and the defeated became outlaws. Since I've lost, there's nothing more to say. You won the earlier game of wits. Now I want to see how you'll break out of this deadlock."
Emperor Niao Demon Peng let out a cold laugh and waved his hand. Feather after feather shot through the void like lightning, gathering into a demonic sword radiating immense power that slashed straight at Desolate Night Devil Lord's vitals.
Desolate Night Devil Lord's expression changed drastically. He could no longer spare any attention for Lu Xiaotian's side. He could still deal with Ten Thousand Poisons True Lord, but now Emperor Niao Demon Peng had joined in, while he also had to keep an eye on Clear Li Demon Consort. In an instant, Desolate Night Devil Lord was indeed forced into an extremely awkward position.
"You really think that joining forces with the barely surviving Ten Thousand Poisons True Lord will let you do anything to me?"
Desolate Night Devil Lord's expression was grim. He slapped out, and from the enormous portal formed by the Night Lan Mountain Ring, Night Lan Guard Riders surged forth. There were eight commanders in all, each clad in black armor whose colors matched their masks, like grim reapers galloping out from the depths of hell.
More guard riders continued pouring out behind them. In only a short while, their numbers had already reached one hundred thousand.
Lu Xiaotian's divine sense could still just barely sense what was happening here. Compared with the battle at Casting Sorrow Mountain over the Seven-Leaf Iceheart Grass, Desolate Night Devil Lord was now in an