"Heh heh, Fengdu of the Human Race, you never expected this, did you? To think you'd be assassinated on Human Race territory. Let me tell you plainly: once our Demon Race has set its sights on you, even if you hide in the Human Race's nest, you'll still die."
A Middle Ancient Demon Saint cackled, looking down at Xia Ping from on high.
It felt victory was already in its grasp. With the three great spacetime domains descending upon him, let alone a mere Immortal Saint, even a Middle Ancient Saint would be unable to move.
Within this spacetime domain, not only was space frozen—even time had come to a standstill. This brat was now a turtle in a jar, utterly incapable of moving, trapped in an instant.
"You, a mere Immortal Saint, can consider it an honor to die by the hands of us three Middle Ancient Demon Saints. And don't even think of receiving reinforcements. We know Thunder City's restriction formations like the backs of our hands. To activate them fully would take at least three minutes. In that time, we could kill you dozens of times."
Another Middle Ancient Demon Saint seemed to have Xia Ping completely figured out. "Perhaps you still want to call Purple Thunder Saint and the others for help. Unfortunately, we thought of that as well. That bunch is celebrating at the City Lord's Mansion right now. Even if they want to rush here, it will take time. You won't live to see any rescue."
To assassinate Xia Ping, they had devised a flawless plan without the slightest gap.
"Stop wasting words on this brat. Kill him quickly."
A glint of cold light flashed through the eyes of the remaining Middle Ancient Demon Saint. Its killing intent was immense; it had no interest