It was not disciples and elders dispatched from their sects, nor was it remote command over the Mountain-Suppressing Chariot and Froststream Boat. They had personally appeared on the front lines.
Even through the vast sea of demon clouds, Long Yuan's pressure could be felt with crystal clarity.
And the silver moon hanging behind the defensive line was proof that Mu Yunyi had arrived on the battlefield.
In fact, they were not the only ones to arrive.
Behind them stood a great number of Spirit Transformation Venerables and Nascent Soul True Lords.
There were so many that it was obvious the combat strength of two Immortal Sects had poured forth in full force.
Seeing this, Xu Changqing understood at once.
Kong Fang had approached the Eastern Domain border not to pursue him, but because two beings worthy of personally drawing Kong Fang's hand had arrived there.
With the battle having reached this point, it was no longer a war of attrition between Demon Emperors. Void Refinement Dao Lords had descended in person, and Kong Fang had to offer an equal response.
The Demon Emperors, Demon Kings, and tens of thousands of demons behind Kong Fang were the best possible response.
The avian Demon Emperor was still waiting for an answer when Xu Changqing was about to casually fabricate an origin story.
But suddenly, Kong Fang's gaze locked onto him.
There was no killing intent in those pupils of seven-colored concentric rings, yet they held a scrutiny even more chilling than killing intent.
Like someone standing on the shore, looking down at a fish that had just surfaced from beneath the water.
"I cannot sense any bloodline within you."
Kong Fang's voice was not loud, yet it shook the space for thousands of miles around. Every word sent visible seven-colored ripples through