BOOM—!
The canopy of heaven was like black glass smashed by a heavy hammer, instantly splitting into countless crimson cracks.
Inside the council hall of the Whispering Ruins outpost, Great Saint Kong Heng abruptly looked up, his face turning deathly pale.
"Enemy attack! Abyss Demon Gods!"
The shrill alarm tore through the tranquility of the Whispering Ruins outpost.
Great Saint Kong Heng smashed through the hall's roof and shot into the void.
A gale carrying a thick stench of blood rushed straight at him. He stared fixedly at the several pitch-black void-transmission portals in the distance.
An endless mass of demonic energy rolled in like a tsunami, blotting out the sky and sun.
It was not several thousand, nor was it several tens of thousands—it was several hundred thousand elite Demon Gods!
At the forefront of those roiling demonic clouds stood ten terrifying demonic silhouettes that pierced heaven and earth. Like ten black suns, they brazenly radiated suffocating second-rank pressure.
Ten Demon Venerables!
Great Saint Kong Heng's heart sank straight to the abyss.
"How can there be so many?"
He gritted his teeth, his fingers clenched tight.
He had anticipated that the Abyss Ruins would come cause trouble. After all, Great Saint Kong Ming's secluded breakthrough was the foremost matter of the Void Sacred Spirit Clan in hundreds of thousands of years.
But he had thought that, at most, three to five Demon Venerables would come. With the outpost's protective grand array and the few second-rank Great Saints among them, they should have been fully capable of holding them off.
But ten Demon Venerables?
This was clearly beyond anything their prior preparations could handle!
Yet now that things had come to this, regret was already too late.
All they could do was delay for as long as possible and win