The Flood Dragon Heavenly King flew into a rage and shouted, "Are you playing me? Let alone the Demon Race of the East Sea—even the entire Heavenly Heart Continent couldn't produce a thousand demons at the Spirit Cultivation Stage or above."
Chu Jiaoling gave a tinkling laugh. "I am playing you. What can you do about it?"
The moment her words fell, four figures surged out around the Flood Dragon Heavenly King and attacked him in unison. But the Flood Dragon Heavenly King had long been prepared. A spatial gate abruptly appeared again, and he flashed straight into it.
Yet at the very instant he vanished, he suddenly let out a roar of shock and fury. After a long while, Chu Jiaoling sighed. "Even with several people joining forces in a sneak attack, we still couldn't do anything to the Flood Dragon Heavenly King while he has that spatial gate." Her voice was thick with disappointment.
She had thought that by rambling on with the Flood Dragon Heavenly King and scattering his attention, the four of them could launch a joint sneak attack and kill him. Yet they had still failed. This failure itself was nothing, but it showed that the Sea Eagle Demon Emperor, who possessed the divine ability of a spatial gate, was almost impossible to kill.
Then, even if the human race won this battle, they would have to fear the revenge of an exceedingly formidable Ascension Stage demon at any time and in any place. No sect could bear such a burden—not even if the Seven Hegemons of the East Sea joined hands. The Sea Eagle Demon Emperor could easily slaughter every member of any human sect, leaving behind only its Ascension Stage cultivators. Otherwise, the sect would have to activate its Mountain Protection Array, forbid