Dai Peak was strung with stars, and the great river surged on.
Five Demon Race Dao Integration cultivators hovered in the air, clouds and mist swirling around them like several layers of gauzy veils.
As the clouds and mist shifted, they blended into the surrounding astral winds and flowing clouds, concealing their figures and hiding their auras.
At that moment, none of the five had revealed their true forms. One, clad in a crane cloak and resembling a scholar, sent a solemn transmission to his companions: "Pei Ling will be here any moment. Get ready!"
A Demon Race cultivator who looked like a child and carried a turtle shell on his back gazed at them with worry. "There are only five of us. Is that enough?"
"The battle between the Sword God and Pei Ling has been brought forward by three days," the scholar-like demon said. "Those three in Yanxi City only just received my message. They won't make it in time."
At that, the scholar-like demon felt deeply puzzled.
Ordinary cultivators might not be able to reach Cold Abyss Sword Sect from Yanxi City in such a short time, but as Grand Elders of the Nine Great Sects, they could use a long-distance Teleportation Array. They would have had plenty of time.
The five of them had secretly rushed from the Liulan Dynasty to Cold Abyss Sword Sect through a long-distance Teleportation Array.
However, when he had sent a transmission to those three in Yanxi City not long ago, they had originally planned to set off at once. But after hearing that the five of them had already arrived, they had changed their minds...
At that moment, a burly Demon Race cultivator with vertical pupils soothed the turtle-shell child. "Don't worry. Even without those three humans from Yanxi City,