Venerable Tianhua was coming, so Zhang Dong could not possibly run. He watched that blood-red glow coldly, his fighting spirit soaring into the heavens. The path of cultivation had always required one to face every challenge and hardship head-on, advancing without cease through life-and-death trials.
He was merely a peak Demon Race overlord, not even qualified to be called a Peak Cosmic Overlord. Compared to Black Heaven Lord, the Strongest World Tree, and the like, he was far inferior.
"Oh? A World Projection?" Venerable Tianhua looked strange. "His true body is a Bitter Snow Vine. He must have possessed some other heaven-defying Special Lifeform to possess such a talent."
No one would regard Zhang Dong as a Realm Lord. The universe was vast; perhaps some Special Lifeforms possessed innate secret techniques like this.
The more heaven-defying a Special Lifeform was, the more terrifying its innate secret techniques became. If it attained perfect genes, the Primordial Universe would even bestow upon it the strongest secret technique.
"Apex Venerable, you actually dare not run? Call out your other Clone as well," Venerable Tianhua transmitted from afar. "Stop hiding it and let me fight your two great Clones together."
The Bitter Snow Vine had three divine bodies. Normally, it would send two out to roam and adventure, leaving one Clone behind to guard against disaster.
Zhang Dong found it amusing. If he truly brought over the Sun Tree, that incomparably enormous divine body would leave Venerable Tianhua dumbfounded.
"You loudmouthed, shameless stupid dog." Zhang Dong mocked him without mercy. "Even among peak overlords, you're bottom-tier trash. I have no idea what use the Demon Race had in sending a piece of garbage like you."
The two were hundreds of millions of kilometers apart. Venerable Tianhua feared Zhang Dong would flee, which was why