The Shadow Demon Daoist Heir and the Nether Heaven Imperial Son fought to a standstill.
One side was a swarm of ghostly shadows, appearing and vanishing unpredictably, retreating after every sword strike. The other was savage and domineering, his Vajra body impervious to harm, shattering dozens of kilometers of space with every step.
When the battle stirred his blood, the Nether Heaven Imperial Son fired a dark Annihilation Divine Light from the horn atop his head. Even the Shadow Demon Daoist Heir could not withstand it. With a miserable cry, he used one of his few life-bound shadow bodies to die in his place.
The nine Dao Children watched them coldly without a word.
Hum!
The obsidian doors trembled.
They opened again!
Horned Demon Race warriors emerged one after another, armored from head to toe. There were three thousand of them, each radiating the aura of a peak Golden Core cultivator.
Their gazes were cold and their ranks orderly. Even after teleporting across a vast distance, their formation had not scattered in the slightest.
Jiang Ding's pupils contracted, and every hair on his body stood on end.
A moment later, he relaxed.
The newcomers' auras were far weaker than the Nether Heaven Imperial Son's, roughly on par with core disciples of an Immortal Order. Individually, they were not that strong, but their collective aura was seamless. Three thousand moved as one.
Each of these towering Horned Demon Race warriors had a golden scale on his chest. They displayed the scales with evident pride, and each gave off rays of pure gold light.
"Greetings, Imperial Son!"
Ignoring the humans watching them, the three thousand Horned Demon Race warriors faced the Nether Heaven Imperial Son, dropped to one knee, planted their long halberds on the ground, and bowed with a thunderous crash,