Preparing for a Rainy Day

Purgatory, Second Realm.

"What exactly does Pang Jian mean by this?"

King Li, his face gloomy, looked toward Heaven-Opening Continent and saw Sword Boats rising into the sky one after another, already sailing toward the First Realm.

Across Demon Abyss Continent and the surrounding fragments of land, all manner of flying vessels filled with people were likewise ascending.

"No matter what, we must first get everyone to safe ground." Li Zhaotian was also in a foul mood. With a grim face, he said, "It's not that we can't fight, but we cannot let innocents be drowned by the surging foul alien power."

"Elder Li, after that Black Phoenix awakened, the foul alien power seems able to surge up at any moment."

"Do you really want to go to war at a time like this?"

At those words, King Li fell silent as well.

"Even if we fight, we may not be able to win." Su Wanrou sighed and glanced toward Holy Spirit Continent. "The Demon Gods were already a cut above us, and they have three mid-rank Demon Gods on their side. As for that ruler-level Black Phoenix, no one knows what its current state is."

"Senior Zhu."

Su Wanrou asked earnestly, "The mid-rank Demon Gods—the Mystic Turtle, that Black Dragon King, and that giant ape—are you confident you can defeat them?"

"At most one," Zhu Ji answered honestly.

"Pang Jian was able to force Yan Lie away. Would he be afraid of those few Demon Gods?" Pei Yishan shouted.

Frowning, King Li said, "Those Demon Gods were forged largely thanks to him as well!"

"Elder Li, what do you mean by that?" Li Zhaotian looked displeased and said coldly, "Are you saying the rise of the Ancient Demon Race was brought about by my disciple Pang Jian?"

"Wasn't it?"