There were actually three more Early Stage Demon Venerable experts!
One resembled a gigantic sand scorpion, its tail hook black as ink and glimmering with the ghostly sheen of deadly poison as it pierced toward Jiang Shu's back with a shriek that tore through space.
Another resembled a twisted conglomeration of storms, without any fixed form. It whipped up countless spinning sand blades and Space Fragments, transforming into a tornado that could slice through all things, intent on grinding Jiang Shu into powder.
The last was a dragon lizard clad in bone armor. The massive axe in its hand burned with sickly green demon fire. The cold, eerie flames burned in the void, and within each cluster of fire, the Dao Rhyme of the Great Dao of Strength seemed ready to burst through the heavens.
This axe descended head-on with the tyrannical force to split mountains and sever peaks.
The three coordinated their attacks with perfect tacit understanding, like a precise battle formation.
They sealed off every angle from which Jiang Shu could evade.
Each Demon Venerable seemed utterly heedless of life and death, even burning their Demon Race origins.
Jiang Shu was instantly thrown into a desperate situation, attacked from both front and back.
Scorpions and dragon lizards again. They've both reached the Demon Venerable realm, yet the bloodline power of these two Demon Races can hardly be called strong. Where did they get so many resources to advance to such a realm?
The Demon Race's foundation truly cannot be underestimated. But these Demon Venerables... are indeed somewhat strange.
Their comprehension of the Great Dao of Space seems as though it came from the same mold...
Jiang Shu silently muttered to himself, his expression grave.
Those eyes, tranquil as ancient wells, erupted with light sharp to the extreme. He