On the coastline of the Righteous Dao garrison.
The Sea Clan offensive surged like a broken dike, pouring out from the three Dragon Palaces. Viewed from afar, it was a pitch-black mass, dense, and virtually endless.
The originally azure sea surface had been dyed ink-black by endless demonic shadows.
The Dragon Court Realm cultivators fighting fiercely below were each heavily surrounded by Sea Clan numbers several times their own.
At the First Nine Heavenly Tribulation cultivator area, one of the three battlefields.
If it were only the Devil Dao, they simply could not have resisted.
Now that the Sea Clan had built up momentum for a long time, every First Nine Heavenly Tribulation cultivator had to face two or more Demon Kings alone.
In front of Xu Wuji, moreover, stood two Sea Clan Demon Kings with heaven-suppressing auras.
Curiously, far from seizing the opportunity to encircle him, the two Demon Kings instead vaguely displayed timidity, actually not daring to step forward.
Just a moment ago it had been a full three Demon Kings joining forces, yet Xu Wuji had traded injury for life and forcefully cut down one of them.
Though his chest was stained with blood at this moment, his aura appeared even sharper. Fear was already visible in the eyes of the two opposite demons, and they dared not advance further.
The two demons had long known this Righteous Dao prodigy was extraordinary, but they hadn't expected his first move to be such a desperate-for-life stance.
What they naturally did not know was.
Xu Wuji had pent-up grievances in his heart for days, and was just lacking this hearty, blood-soaked battle.
He raised his eyes to look, his gaze sweeping across like ice blades. The two demons' figures stiffened, and they were truly deterred on the spot by