Yu Xuan, the Heavenly Emperor, had appeared, but this had done little to improve the Devil Race's predicament. The great battle between the two sides remained deadlocked. Only Lu Xiaotian was under attack by the Ancient Desolation Devil Emperor and four Devil Lord-level powerhouses, and could only evade them by relying on spatial nodes.
Deep in the sea of thunder in the void, a pair of eyes quietly watched the battlefield's every shifting moment. Ming Shang's eyes flickered as he continually assessed the situation. Lu Xiaotian was in the most passive position of all, forced by the Ancient Desolation Devil Emperor to do nothing but parry, with no chance to strike back.
The instant the Heavenly Emperor Yu Xuan appeared earlier, Ming Shang had already been tempted to act. But the Hall Master of the Six Extremes had erupted too quickly, changing the situation to some degree. Ming Shang had been badly startled and had briefly felt that he had acted too rashly. Even if the Ancient Desolation Devil Emperor and the Heavenly Emperor Yu Xuan's side ultimately won, failing to kill or grievously wound Lu Xiaotian would leave him facing a tremendous threat.
But now it seemed that Lu Xiaotian's side had exhausted all its trump cards. Otherwise, a powerful Dragon Lord like the Hall Master of the Six Extremes would not have needed to burn his life to hold back the enemy.
Even so, he had only barely managed to stop the Heavenly Emperor Yu Xuan. If the battle dragged on, an opening would inevitably appear. On the other side, Lu Xiaotian was in even direr straits, relying only on spatial nodes he had set up in advance to contend with enemies who had an overwhelming advantage.
A vicious glint passed through Ming Shang's eyes. It was true