The hundred-zhang-tall specter Fang Yun snorted coldly. Black light surged around him, wrapping his translucent ghostly body as he charged straight at the seven Demon Barbarian Half-Sages.
A moment later, the seven Demon Barbarian Half-Sages noticed specter Fang Yun as well.
The seven Demon Barbarian Half-Sages were slightly startled. They immediately exchanged glances, yet could not make up their minds. This was the legendary peak alien race, the Sutra-Chanting Specter. In terms of individual strength, no race in the Demon Realm could compare.
What was more, every Half-Sage could sense that this Sutra-Chanting Specter possessed the aura of a Half-Sage at the peak—he was a Sage Lord.
Yet none of the seven Demon Barbarian Half-Sages was a Sage Lord. Even the strongest among them remained far from the peak of Half-Sagehood.
The seven Half-Sages hurriedly communicated through divine thoughts. Before they could reach a conclusion, the Sutra-Chanting Specter's cold Sacred Sense spread across ten thousand miles.
"Daring to covet this Sage's treasure? Outrageous!"
The seven Demon Barbarian Half-Sages revealed alarmed expressions. Then Fox Swift Sage sneered. "Though you are a peak alien race, we are Lords of the Myriad Worlds. If you fight seven alone, you may not necessarily hold the upper hand. Since this was all merely a misunderstanding, we shall withdraw."
Fang Yun swept a cold gaze over Fox Swift Sage, and the ten-mark True Dragon Sacred Sword flew forth.
In the eyes of the seven Half-Sages, the Spectral Book before Fang Yun turned a page, and a gigantic spectral sword condensed from ghostly power flew out.
"You..."
Fox Swift Sage was so shocked that the red fur all over his body bristled. Before he could finish speaking, the giant spectral sword vanished from the saints' sight.
The instant the giant spectral sword disappeared, the seven Half-Sages sighed