The demonic qi filling the sky was emanating from these Great Demons.
At a glance, there were roughly several thousand of them, every single one at the peak of the True Immortal realm.
This was what left Poison Venerable bewildered. Since when had peak True Immortals become so worthless?
And every one of them was an Unrivaled genius qualified to leave their name on the Genius Ranking.
If such strength entered the struggle for the Genius Ranking, what would be left for anyone else? They would probably dominate the entire ranking outright.
To judge whether a faction possessed deep foundations, one did not look at how much territory it controlled, nor at how many experts it had, much less at the prestige of its pinnacle figures.
What mattered was the strength of its sect or clan members, whether their talent was sufficient, and whether the younger generation brimmed with vigorous vitality.
After all, the younger generation was the foundation of a great faction or mighty clan's inheritance.
Poison Venerable had known that the faction called Forbidden Void was powerful and had profound foundations, but he had never imagined that its foundations would run this deep.
Several thousand peak True Immortal Demonic Cultivators, each one capable of entering the top thousand of the Genius Ranking.
Right now, Poison Venerable only wanted to say one thing: if you had such foundations, you should have said so earlier. If you'd said so earlier, we'd have fucking won long ago.
"Disciple? Disciple? Is it not enough? Or is their overall strength not up to par? Don't disdain them. After all, our Forbidden Void is in rather poor shape these days. If you're not satisfied, this old man will go capture those Demon God offspring for you directly."
"They are Golden Immortal offspring, after all,