The Outer Realm Demon Race cultivators had once again been persuaded by Chi Xue to take action. This time, however, they held back. Not everyone joined the fight; instead, they sent only a team of over a thousand Quasi-Saint Eighth Order experts to harass Ling Tian and his companions and stop them. For the hundreds of thousands of Outer Realm Demon Race cultivators, assembling a team like that was no problem at all—especially as more and more of them entered the God Realm with the passage of time.
Ling Tian and the others were naturally somewhat disappointed by the news. After all, they would much rather fight Chi Xue and his people. Even if they couldn't tie up all of them, holding some of them back would still be good. What's more, Ling Tian and the others might get a chance to kill some of Chi Xue's people. Of course, the most important thing was that even if Chi Xue and his people did act, it would be more than ten thousand years from now. By then, their mastery of archery would surely have improved.
"We'll have to be careful from here on out. The Outer Realm Demon Race cultivators they've sent this time are quite powerful." Ling Tian's tone remained unchanged as he looked at everyone. "Of course, if we get the chance to kill some of them, their people will naturally grow wary after losing a few. They might even give up trying to stop us altogether. Then Chi Xue and the others will have to act in person."
The others naturally had no objections. And for them, killing Outer Realm Demon Race cultivators wasn't impossible, especially if they focused their attacks on a single cultivator.
Of course, it would still take the Outer Realm Demon Race cultivators