"Demon race, Five Surnames!"
Clutching several thousand souls, Li Su rubbed his brow. With a backhand press, he tossed those souls into the Ghost Domain beneath his feet. As their wails rang out, he lifted his head and looked toward a certain place.
The ones surrounding the teleportation point leading to the Mythical Realm had indeed been set up by the demon race. No—more accurately, by people from the Five Surnames.
The Zoyi and Cai families.
They had left behind quite a few descendants. Using the technology they possessed, they had cultivated many people and, through technological means, spent several years sealing off this place.
Their purpose was simple: obstruct those who wanted to enter, and capture those who came out.
Crow King was not here.
In fact, Crow King had left after Li Su broke through.
Unfortunately, the demons in his hands were not of a high level. Their strength was merely at the Divine Power Realm, roughly equivalent to the Golden Core stage. They were not even immortals.
The main reason they dared remain here was the formation that had trapped him.
That was undoubtedly a trump card. After all, although both humans and demons had broken through in the Mythical Realm, they were clearly almost all at the Immortal Realm. There were no True Immortals, let alone Taiyi.
With that thought, Li Su did not linger. He flew directly toward the enemy's stronghold, which he had learned from searching the soul of that Golden Core demon.
It was not far away, roughly ten thousand li from here. There was a dead planet there.
The spiritual energy around the teleportation point was extremely unstable, and there was no air. It was unsuitable for people to stay long-term; at the very least, cultivators below the Immortal Realm would find