All at once.
A vast, ocean-like aura appeared in the distance.
Kunpeng glanced over.
There were so many newcomers—at least hundreds of thousands.
Donghua Daoist had succeeded!
Otherwise, he wouldn't have come.
But before Kunpeng could celebrate,
a flash of golden fire suddenly appeared, coming from the direction of the Sun Star.
Kunpeng looked up, only to find the light of the Sun Star painfully blinding.
The Sun Star's radiance filled his vision, leaving everything pitch-black.
Even so, he recognized the figure's owner.
"Di Jun!"
He roared.
Wait!
Damn it! How had Di Jun gotten here?
But this time, no matter who came, it wouldn't help.
Hong Yun was doomed!
The Abi Sword was already before Hong Yun.
Kunpeng seized his chance and immediately unleashed the Divine Ability, Soaring Across the Nine Heavens.
He transformed into a gale, moving at tremendous speed as he rapidly closed in on Hong Yun.
Once Hong Yun was dead, he would take him away along with the corpse.
But then he realized he had been wrong.
The Abi Sword hadn't succeeded.
A river abruptly appeared before Hong Yun. Huge waves surged through it, rolling skyward in a muddy torrent and stopping the Abi Sword.
"Fellow Daoist Di Jun! You're finally here!"
Hong Yun's eyes lit up. Seeing Di Jun, he almost wanted to throw his arms around him and plant a big kiss on him.
But Kunpeng had no time to stop and was already upon him.
Hong Yun seized the opportunity. His immense magical power surged forth like a flood.
A giant palm print condensed, and he slammed it forward.
Kunpeng took the blow head-on and was sent flying backward.
"Damn it! How did Di Jun get here? Where's Donghua Daoist? Where is he? That useless fool couldn't even hold off Di Jun