At this moment, at Wuzhuang Temple.
Zhenyuanzi and Hong Yun both rose to their feet at the same time.
"What?"
"Where is East King Duke?"
"What a terrifying aura—Saintly Might?"
Ancestor Hong Yun cried out in shock, his face filled with disbelief. He hurriedly turned to Zhenyuanzi beside him:
"Brother, who is this?"
Zhenyuanzi's expression was grave. He shook his head and said:
"I don't know either."
"But judging by his pressure, his strength is no less than a Saint's."
At the Nether Blood Sea.
Ancestor Minghe was just as bewildered by this sudden turn of events.
"What's going on?"
"Weren't the Yao Emperor Dijun and Donghuang Taiyi fighting East King Duke?"
"Why has such a being suddenly appeared?"
"His aura is absurdly powerful!"
At Buzhou Mountain, the Twelve Ancestral Witches had also sensed the change.
"Strange. Where did this being come from?"
"What a terrifying aura!"
"..."
At Kunlun Mountain, Yuxu Palace.
Yuanshi abruptly opened his eyes.
"What's going on?"
"Why has such a powerful being suddenly appeared?"
"With such overwhelming might, he's no less powerful than a Saint!"
Yuanshi hadn't paid much attention to the battle between the Demon Race and the Purple Mansion before.
But now, the sudden appearance of such a formidable being had drawn his attention.
At Jin'ao Island, Biyou Palace.
Tongtian was no different.
"Strange. Where did such an existence come from?"
"Is he a Saint?"
At Shouyang Mountain, Eight Sceneries Palace.
Taishang was also shaken.
"How could another Saint have appeared? There wasn't the slightest sign of one manifesting before now."
"No, this being doesn't seem to belong to our era."
At the thought, Taishang's heart and mind were greatly shaken.
At the same time, the Demon Race and the Purple Mansion Immortals were all left dumbstruck, staring in terror and disbelief.