Sensing that the sound waves were anything but ordinary, no one dared let down their guard. One after another, they held their breath, steadied their qi, and swiftly stabilized their minds.
As for Ji Changfeng, the Young Master of the Demon Race, he retreated several zhang. Demonic Essence surged around him, yet he did not make a move.
A brilliant light flickered in his eyes as he stared unblinking at the figure before him.
At this moment, although everyone was astonished by the immense strength of the three Great Demons, the cultivators present had no time to pay them any attention.
Their gazes followed the three Great Demons who had launched their attacks, then shifted toward the Resurrected One in the air nearby.
The combined assault of three Great Demons at the Body Integration stage carried such overwhelming momentum.
But could this being from more than ten thousand years ago, who had only just returned to life, still withstand it?
Even if that cloud halberd was extraordinary, the several Great Demons had clearly been on guard from the very beginning this time.
Compared with the Demon Race, the resurrection of this existence from over ten thousand years ago posed a far greater threat to the cultivators present.
After all, this man's cultivation techniques and methods were peculiar. The oppressive aura spreading from him was unrestrained and wanton—he was clearly no good sort.
Though no one voiced it aloud, everyone secretly hoped that this being from over ten thousand years ago could be slain as soon as possible.
In the blink of an eye, the three Great Demons' attacks arrived.
There was hatred for their tragically slain companion, as well as fury at the man's arrogant attitude.
Eight stone steles engraved with demonic script spanned the air, sealing off every route