After the middle-aged sword cultivator finished speaking, the Great Demon nodded in satisfaction.
"You've got a good head on your shoulders. Your guess is correct. My master's torso is inside. The body has now been almost completely assembled—only the head is missing."
"And my master's head is within the secret realm behind you. Give up. You know perfectly well what that head means to us."
"The Demonic Beasts you see now are merely the ones in front of you. There are endless waves behind them. How long have your five great sects existed? And how long have we Demonic Beasts existed?"
"Leave now, and we won't kill you. You'd best get at least a million li away from this place."
After the Demonic Beast finished speaking, the five wore extremely grave expressions. The Great Demon's most crucial head was in the secret realm behind them. If these Demonic Beasts obtained it, they might very well revive the Great Demon.
Once the Great Demon was revived, all living beings would suffer. Every living creature within a million li would be drawn into the calamity.
"We cultivators seek only a clear conscience. Slaying demons and defending the Dao is our duty. Today, none of you will take even a single step into the secret realm behind us."
Miaoyuan spoke with a resolute expression, and the four behind her were equally determined.
They could not retreat. If they did, they would be ashamed before Heaven. If they retreated, who knew how many lives would perish unjustly.
"Is it worth using your sects' thousand-year foundations to stop us? Do you not know that what you are doing is as laughable as a mantis trying to stop a chariot?"
The Demonic Beast was somewhat puzzled. Their group was merely the vanguard; the main force was