Above Dragon Burial Valley, Lin Taichu's Dragon Wings gently beat. Dark golden scales shimmered with interwoven purple-black lines, and the immense pressure he radiated still kept everyone below from making any rash moves.
However, just as everyone was intimidated by his aura, strange black vortices suddenly appeared on the distant horizon, like gaping mouths ready to swallow the sky.
"Not good!" The Spirit Cat Clan Chief's expression changed drastically. The Nine Lives Soul Pearl in her hand let out an urgent hum. "They're spatial rifts from the demon sect. It seems that although the Demon Lord's incarnation was destroyed, his forces have already begun to move."
Lin Taichu's gaze sharpened. He could sense the evil aura within those vortices, an aura originating from the same source as the Demon Lord's, and there were many of them.
He tightened his grip on the Broken Sword. Black sword radiance and golden dragon lines intertwined once more, while the Taiji Diagram on the blade slowly turned.
"Everyone," Lin Taichu said, sweeping his gaze across the crowd. His voice was low but resolute. "The demon sect has come in force. Now is not the time for infighting. If you don't want to be consumed by demonic qi, put aside your grievances for now and join forces against the enemy."
Although Ao Zhentian and the others were unwilling, they understood the danger before them and could only grit their teeth and nod.
Qingxuzi of the Tianyan Sect narrowed his eyes, a trace of calculation flashing within them. Yet he said aloud, "What this young friend says is absolutely right. My Tianyan Sect will naturally give its all."
As he spoke, black-robed demonic cultivators emerged one after another from the black vortices. The demonic qi around them condensed into chains that danced wildly through the void.