Your Enemy Is Not Me

The vast battle intent made countless great powers solemn—and puzzled.

"What is Chen Yang trying to do? Lead such a massive Human Clan army and charge into the heavens?"

"Interesting. Did Dijun leave behind some trump card? Now the Demon Cultivators are using it to break into the Heavenly Court, allowing the Outworld Demons to be released and wreak havoc there."

"The Outworld Demons are running rampant. Once they descend upon the Primordial World, the Demon Dao will erupt. When the Dao rises, demons fade; when demons fade, the Dao rises. If the Demon Dao swells greatly, Luohou will emerge and contend with the Mystic Sect once more. That will be our opportunity."

"Difficult. We have no idea what Hongjun's cultivation is like now. With only this little upheaval, Luohou will find it hard to break through the seal."

"If Luohou cannot do it, then we will help him."

"What are you trying to do? Could it be..."

"What harm is there in trying?"

In the blink of an eye, countless great powers throughout the Primordial World understood what was happening.

However, a small number of great powers in the Primordial World remained indifferent, turning a deaf ear to the matter. Quite a few others were eager to make a move. They were not members of the Mystic Sect, and they hoped to see the Mystic Sect and Demon Sect clash.

After all, in today's Primordial World, the Mystic Sect occupied an enormous share of both Fortune and resources. Many great powers wished to resist, but Hongjun's cultivation and the Heavenly Dao's intimidation filled them with fear. Not one among them was Hongjun's match.

Thus, they longed for Luohou to emerge. After all, Luohou could contend against Hongjun and give Hongjun a headache.

Only through the Dao-Demon War could they