"Cough, cough!"
The gray-robed old man wiped the corner of his mouth, revealing a bitter smile.
Most importantly, the Human Race's sole ninth-level Ascension Immortal had already been gravely wounded in the previous battle.
Thinking of this, the immortals looked toward the blue-robed youth nearby, their eyes filled with expectation.
This youth had arrived in the Red Sun Sea Region less than ten thousand years ago, yet he had successively slain six demon immortals of the Demon Race and risen from the third level of Ascension Immortal to the seventh.
Most crucially, his combat strength rivaled that of a ninth-level Ascension Immortal. He could be considered everyone's hope.
"If he could take another step forward and enter the realm of half-step Earth Immortal..."
The immortals murmured inwardly, unable to help looking at the youth with anticipation.
Seeing their expressions, the blue-robed youth could not help but smile bitterly. He sighed and said, "To contend against a half-step Earth Immortal, I must at least break through to the ninth level of Ascension Immortal."
"But I only broke through to the seventh level not long ago. Even with a high-grade Source of Dao, I fear it would still take several thousand years to reach the ninth level."
"Not to mention that we do not possess a high-grade Source of Dao. Even if we did, we no longer have that time."
As his voice fell, he looked beyond the distant immortal island.
Outside the immortal island, countless members of the Demon Race had formed layer upon layer of encirclement, sealing off this sea region so tightly that not even water could pass through.
Above the firmament stood several dozen demon immortals, along with three ninth-level Ascension Immortals. Beyond them stood a figure like a God or Devil.
"Black Baleful Demon Venerable."
The blue-robed