"Emperor!"
"Disciple!"
The expressions of everyone watching the battle from Longevity Mountain changed. Lu Chuan had already been falling into a disadvantage against Wutian, and now that the other side had gained a helper, didn't that leave Lu Chuan with only one road to death?
"A helper?"
Wutian gave a cold snort, disdain showing on his face as he looked up at that figure and said indifferently, "True Martial, you know me. Against you, would I still need to find a helper?"
Lu Chuan thought about it. That was true.
After Wutian became a demon, he had grown extremely cold and arrogant. Sometimes he used schemes, but he had always meant what he said and carried out what he declared. At times, he followed rules even more than these immortals and gods did.
"Moro, I'm out. Don't even dream of trapping this Lord."
However, that figure wreathed in heaven-surging demonic qi lowered his head to look at Wutian and Lu Chuan, then laughed loudly. "When the demon rises, the Dao wanes. Don't even dream of monopolizing the power of this calamity's great momentum by yourself."
Wutian gave a soft snort.
He knew perfectly well that the seal he had set back then definitely could not trap the Devil Master.
He had done that merely so he could arrive in the Three Realms first, carrying the great momentum with him and seizing the advantage in the Three Realms ahead of time.
He simply hadn't expected that the Devil Master would only manage to get out when the node of the catastrophe had already arrived. It seemed he had overestimated him.
"That one... is the Devil Master?"
Lu Chuan raised a brow, thinking of the Demon Realm's history.
Legend had it that in the ancient era, the top powerhouses of the Demon