All three God Kings were at the limit of the God King realm. Po Jun and the Water Virtue God King faced two early-stage God Kings and ten Divine Lords.
Ji Chang'an took on a peak God King.
The Demon Master had already been beaten into a dog. With Jiang Changkong there as well, he could not turn the heavens upside down.
Boom!
The Phoenix Divine Spear grew ever more powerful, and the Phoenix Divine Fire became increasingly terrifying as well.
Jiang Changkong's heart tightened as he sensed someone watching him.
A pair of eyes pierced through endless space and every building, staring coldly at him.
The Phoenix Divine Spear continued to whimper, as though calling for its master's help.
Jiang Changkong raised his head slightly. The heavenly eye between his brows trembled, flickering with hazy gray divine light.
Boundless chaos rose behind him, and an ancient existence began to awaken.
Buzz!
The Phoenix Divine Spear stopped resisting and fell silent.
The feeling of being watched from the shadows vanished. Demon Master Kun Yu stood frozen.
That figure... this fellow was a descendant of that clan!
And not an ordinary descendant, either. Anyone capable of summoning that phantom had to be a direct disciple, a descendant with pure blood!
The figure behind him dissipated. Jiang Changkong drove his spear into Kun Yu, pinning him to the ground. "Demon Master, I told you already. Fighting this king will only bring humiliation upon yourself."
"You are of the Witch Clan!" Kun Yu said viciously.
The Witch Clan—the great clan of the Immortal Realm from the past, the Demon Race's sworn enemy.
According to fragmentary historical records, the Witch Clan had, more than once, berated the Demon Emperor and Demon Sovereign until they had no temper left.
When the Witch Clan still existed,