Di Jun barreled forward, streaking toward the Sun Star like a comet.
[Why are you in such a hurry? Can't we enjoy the scenery for a while?]
[Second Brother, Nuwa, and Fu Xi have already gone back with a whole bunch of helpers.]
[There's no problem at all, so relax. Dong Wang Gong and Xi Wang Mu might already be scared stiff.]
[If Dong Wang Gong and Xi Wang Mu run away, it'll be even better for us to stay here.]
[We'll wait right here and let them come to us.]
Li Mo grumbled inwardly.
Di Jun, however, saw no benefit in waiting around.
Besides, the Demon Race had three emperors, along with Zhen Yuanzi and Hong Yun—a total of five great powers in the early stage of the Quasi-Saint realm.
They also had a whole host of Grand Unity Golden Immortals. How could their enemies possibly get away?
Even Dong Wang Gong couldn't manage that.
But the next moment, the commotion gave him a resounding slap in the face.
A fierce surge of magical power erupted somewhere nearby.
The rumble of explosions rang out without pause.
The shockwaves of magical power surged across the prehistoric land like enormous waves, pouring outward in every direction.
Within a radius of hundreds of thousands of miles, mountains, rivers, and everything else were reduced to nothing.
The sheer force of it left Di Jun and Li Mo stunned.
That attack could probably have gravely wounded an early-stage Quasi-Saint, leaving them unable to fight.
Then they saw two staggering figures heading their way.
Di Jun's eyes filled with disbelief.
He looked back at Li Mo!
Amazing!
Dong Wang Gong and Xi Wang Mu were coming.
They had run right into them!
What had they just done? How had they caused so much destruction and