At present, before the entire Demonic Flame Space, only two groups of people remained.
One side was the grand and imposing Soul Clan and Heaven Demon Phoenix Clan, giving off a nauseating aura, while the other was the group led by Xiao Jin.
Although the former had great numbers, in a one-on-one fight, they were no match for the latter at all.
It was like those Puppets controlled by Feng Qing'er. If Xiao Jin could launch a slaughter without any interference, dozens of Dou Sheng-level Puppets would at most last a quarter of an hour.
Thus, although the Soul Clan's side had the advantage in numbers, they obediently stood in a corner off to one side. The entire group was incomparably silent, afraid that any noise might draw the attention of Xiao Jin and the others and trigger an earth-shaking great battle.
Aside from the two sides, everyone else had obediently left the Demonic Flame Plains.
Even if they were unwilling, no one would think they could gain even the slightest benefit from the hands of the two sides.
When Wang X Ji and Jia X Bao fought, it was common throughout the continent for He X Zheng to be the one who disappeared.
Just the aftermath from a battle between a dozen or so Dou Sheng was not something a group of Dou Zun could withstand.
Even weaker Half-Saints would have to pay a painful price before they could withstand a sliver of leaking energy.
After three hours of silent waiting, the ruptured space before them had expanded from its initial size of several zhang to several dozen zhang.
Faintly, some strange sounds could even be heard coming from within the space.
It was not until the space had swelled to nearly a hundred zhang that a milky-white ring