Amid the sea of flames that towered to the heavens, a proud and unruly figure strode through the void, silhouetted against the thunder.
"Since you're so eager to see your damned little brother, I'll send you to meet that fellow Ming Blade today."
Before his voice had even faded, a mighty demonic aura surged forth in a vast, roaring torrent. The rolling clouds churned like a raging tide, scattering the thunderous flames across half the heavenly domain in an instant. Just like that, he had reached a level where he could stand on equal footing with his opponent.
This powerful demonic aura was both familiar and strange to all the scattered demon troops.
What was familiar was that the Demon Venerable who had ruled over them for so long had returned. What was strange was that his strength had already surpassed their understanding.
He had actually reached such a terrifying level. Was this really the Extreme Cloud Demon Venerable they knew?
"Demon Venerable!" When the heavily wounded Hou Yue saw Extreme Cloud Demon Venerable, his face lit up with wild joy. He had thought he was doomed this time, but unexpectedly, Extreme Cloud Demon Venerable had returned at the critical moment—and had even broken through to the Primordial Spirit Demon Body realm.
Judging by his might, he was no weaker than Ming Axe Ba Xuan. Although that seemed unlikely, it had truly happened right before their eyes.
"Demon Venerable!" The demon troops who had been routed also found a pillar to lean on. Ming Axe Ba Xuan had slaughtered them far too brutally just now—some were dead, while others had fled. Their formerly orderly camp now lay in ruins.
"Useless trash. An army of over a million demons couldn't defeat Ba Xuan, fine—but you've even lost the most basic will