Daoist Randeng was hiding in a mysterious forbidden land!
At that moment, he too was gazing intently up at the sky.
The battle between Sage Nuwa and Saint Zhunti had caused an enormous commotion.
Even from the edge of the Primordial World, he could see it clearly.
His heart was likewise stirred by a great wave of emotion.
"So this is the power of a Sage?"
Daoist Randeng murmured to himself.
He was a Quasi-Saint-level powerhouse.
He was also one of the few mighty beings in the world.
Yet he was still far from matching a Sage!
At last, he had seen the difference between himself and a Sage.
In the Heavenly Court, Di Jun and Tai Yi were murmuring to each other as well.
"Virtuous younger brother Tai Yi, with the Innate Supreme Treasure Chaos Bell in your hands, could you fight a Sage?"
Hearing Di Jun's question, Tai Yi could only laugh bitterly.
"Elder brother, you're oversimplifying things. Just activating the Chaos Bell takes an immense amount of magical power. Even with the Chaos Bell in hand, I could at most withstand a few of a Sage's attacks."
"Once my magical power is exhausted, I'd be nothing more than a lamb waiting to be slaughtered."
Hearing Tai Yi's answer,
Di Jun could not help but give a bitter smile.
The Demon Race's forces were spread throughout the entire Primordial World.
They also had countless experts.
Heavenly Emperor Di Jun, Eastern Emperor Taiyi, and Demon Master Kunpeng were each peerless, supreme powerhouses.
Besides them, they had many Great Demons who had lived for eons.
And yet, even so, they were no more than ants before a Sage...
The twelve figures inside the hall of the Twelve Ancestral Witches also wore solemn expressions.
The Witch Race was born