"What's going on? What exactly happened? Why has the cosmic void become like this? Could it be that the Dragon Race has gone berserk and truly intends to fight our great divine beast races to the bitter end? Are those dragons really that bold?"
A Phoenix Race Saint was startled.
"No, that's not it. Look—the Darkness Canopy is giving off the rotten stench of the abyss. Only Abyss Demons can wield something like this. I'm afraid we've been completely surrounded by an abyssal grand formation."
A Qilin Race Saint's expression was exceptionally grave.
It was highly sensitive to evil auras, especially those originating from the abyss. It felt an instinctive revulsion toward them, a loathing that arose from the depths of its bloodline, as if the two were natural opposites.
Thus, the moment this grand formation rose, it knew that the Dragon Race was not behind it.
"Damn it, an abyssal grand formation? What's going on? Do those Abyss Demons intend to make a move against us?"
"Have those Abyss Demons gone mad? Can't they see how many Saints we have here? There are even more than thirty invincible Saints. We can absolutely smash those Abyss Demons' dog heads in."
The many Saints were shocked and enraged. They had never expected to be ambushed by Abyss Demons in the universe itself. How many years had it been since something like this last happened?
Yet they also knew that since the Abyss Demons dared do such a thing, and knew that there were over thirty invincible Saints here, they must have been aware of this all along—and had still launched their attack.
It was easy to imagine that those Abyss Demons must be confident they could wipe them all out in one sweep. Otherwise, how would they dare do such a