After he finished speaking...
The demon rat body flashed out while clutching the Broken Blade Nether Demon Stone, heading straight for the battlefield between the Ten Thousand Demon Hall and the Spirit Race.
At this moment, the Ten Thousand Demon Hall's battle lines were divided thus: the Extreme Sea Fierce Beast Clan was fighting the Celestial Race, while the Ten Thousand Demon Hall was fighting the Spirit Race.
Therefore, the first one the demon rat body naturally had to find was Black Tiger.
"Hahahaha..."
"Black Tiger, your time to die is coming. The Extreme Sea Fierce Beast Clan is not your thigh to cling to at all."
"They are remnants of the Anti-Seal Faction. They will only hasten the destruction of the Ten Thousand Demon Hall."
This was Ling Dao's wild laughter...
On the battlefield between the Ten Thousand Demon Hall and the Spirit Race, the Spirit Race's troops were countless. Under Ling Dao's leadership, vast numbers of Spirit Race elders had formed army-slaying formations and were relentlessly crushing down upon the Ten Thousand Demon Hall's side.
Although Ling Dao was now utterly no match for Black Tiger...
The Spirit Race had strength in numbers.
With dozens of vassal factions, along with the Spirit Race's own troops and powerhouses, the Ten Thousand Demon Hall would have been unable to hold out long ago if Black Tiger were not powerful enough and if they could not all partially enter demonization...
The last war had only forced the Celestial Race to come mediate because they had entered demonization. Otherwise, the Ten Thousand Demon Hall could only have continued fleeing.
But now, the Celestial Race was already an enemy.
At this moment, Black Tiger was still in its own Demonic Path Eightfold Body state...
It could only grit its teeth and continuously use