"Above heaven and below earth, the Demon Race alone reigns supreme!"
"No, why can't I sense the Demon Realm's existence?"
"Why have my bloodline descendants suddenly almost been wiped out?"
"What exactly happened?"
"You..."
The two Demon Race Saint Ancestors flew forward for a while before realizing that all the Saints and Ancestors who had turned to look at them were standing frozen in place, dumbstruck.
The Devouring Dragon Vine condensed once more into a ball of vines. Its ferocious might soared to the heavens, its killing intent tearing through the Void, as though countless blades were stabbing into the two Saint Ancestors.
There was also the shrunken Prison-Suppressing Evil Dragon. Though its body had become smaller, its Ancestral Might had grown enormously. It was incomparably furious, because the Devouring Dragon Vine Ancestor had originally gone limp, only to be startled by the two Saint Ancestors.
There were also numerous Saint Ancestors. Yet the most eye-catching among them was a white-robed human, standing atop the Saint Ancestor Lang Liao and holding a peculiar divine artifact.
Standing there, he seemed like the source of all heavens, like the light of the Myriad Worlds. No power whatsoever could conceal even a trace of his brilliance.
All the Saints and Ancestors seemed to revolve around him.
The number and strength of the Saint Ancestors here had already surpassed the entire Demon Barbarian race.
"We came to the wrong place. This is Dusk's Backside, isn't it? We'll be leaving now. Farewell, everyone." Shi Qiong turned and left, as though this truly had been an accident.
Qi Yue remained rooted in place, staring at the many Saint Ancestors ahead with his serpent jaws agape, speechless for a long time.
Shi Qiong took one step, reached out with a claw to seize Qi Yue's tail, and