Those of the Demonic Sect
were cold-hearted by nature,
with no notion of righteousness to speak of.
If they saw an opportunity,
they would naturally swallow the other party whole without the slightest concern for fellowship.
But now,
Blood River Old Ghost had clearly not yet been driven into a corner. Who knew whether that fellow still had some hidden trump card?
And the other party was not weak either.
Forget it.
If he failed to gain anything and instead got himself covered in trouble, that would only be a nuisance.
None who could cultivate to become a Myriad Transformations Demon Lord were weaklings,
especially those who had fought and killed their way up through the demonic path.
They were the strong among the strong!
The pale-faced cultivator stood with hands behind back, his gaze fixed upon Qianyun Mountain, which had by now completely descended into chaotic battle.
"With the seven demonic sects joining forces this time, that kid is surely doomed! I only wonder whether this seat will have the chance to taste the flavor of the greatest genius in all ages!"
The pale-faced cultivator spoke in a ghostly voice, licking his scarlet tongue.
The taste of a genius
was far more delicious than ordinary blood food!
Especially one like this, who had already grown to the summit of Yunzhou, a peerless existence stunning throughout the ages!
At this time,
before him,
great numbers of blood-robed and black-robed cultivators charged out from the crowd, wielding streams of savage and violent escape light filled with sinister intent. Shouting wildly, they surged up Qianyun Mountain alongside clusters of black skeletal smoke beneath the gloomy heavens!
They battled the cultivators defending Qianyun Mountain!
A brutal war erupted.
Successive collisions and explosions burst across the nine heavens, fierce storms sweeping through heaven and