The twelve Demon Kings of the five Demon Clans felt the invading chill, and their bodies suddenly stiffened.
That icy aura pierced straight through their protective spiritual radiance, frosting their skin; it seeped into their bodies, congealing their blood, sheathing their internal organs in thin ice, and gradually freezing even the demon essence flowing through their meridians.
"Venerable Biwu! She is actually still alive?!"
"The power of a Ninth-Realm Demon Venerable... how could it be this terrifying?!"
The twelve Demon Kings were profoundly shaken, the same thoughts surfacing in every one of their minds.
Even a difference of one major realm was ordinarily enough to crush an opponent with ease. Yet Venerable Biwu had merely released her cultivation aura, without even making a move, and had already left them powerless to resist.
Could the gap between the eighth and ninth ranks truly be so vast?
Just as the twelve Demon Kings thought they were about to perish, that bone-chilling cold abruptly began to weaken without warning, and they instantly regained the ability to move.
The twelve Demon Kings did not dare linger for even a moment. They turned and fled.
Venerable Biwu watched the Demon Kings scatter in flight, yet did not immediately pursue. Instead, her sole remaining eye shifted slightly as she looked toward the high heavens.
Her right hand gently stroked the savage scar on her chest. Within the vertical pupil she raised toward the pitch-black night sky lay both hatred and reverence, as though she were gazing upon an enemy she loathed to the bone, yet one incomparably powerful.
"Greetings... Demon Venerable."
The nine Demon Kings of the Willow Snake Clan respectfully saluted Venerable Biwu.
Their voices also carried a measure of astonishment.
They seemed surprised that Venerable Biwu was still alive, yet also startled by her