With a roar, another sudden turn came. The unfamiliar, scornful laughter was nothing like Kunpeng's deep rasp, nor did it carry the brashness of a lottery winner suddenly rolling in money. It held an arrogance that ran bone-deep, nakedly expressing his contempt for Kunpeng.
Watching the sea split apart and the waves crushed by an invisible force, Haitian's immortals stared wide-eyed. Many exchanged bitter smiles. "What on earth is going on today?"
Food God could not make sense of it. He shook his head and stared blankly at the sea. "Kunpeng alone was enough to leave us hopeless. Is there another beast out there?"
"Surely not. Kunpeng's strength has already reached the pinnacle of pursuing the Dao. Who could possibly deal with him?" Luban shook his head in despair.
"Could the Three Pure Ones, or some other Saint, have intervened?" If that were true, then with the Bodhisattvas and mighty cultivators present, perhaps they could save their home-save Haitian.
As the Heavenly Immortals talked, a flicker of hope kindled within them. Miracles existed in this world, and Dongwang Gong was practically their embodiment. This was Haitian, the legendary city of the Earthly Immortal Realm.
Hope shone in their hearts like a lighthouse. The lesser demons of Haitian began to feel their hearts stir as well. If someone really had intervened, they would no longer have to grovel before Snake Demon.
From the moment this began until now, both the Water Tribe and the Demon Tribe had faced a painful choice.
Life in Haitian was practically paradise. Yet now that it was being destroyed, not only could they not express their anger, they even had to submit to the invaders. No member of the Demon Tribe could stomach that, but confronted with Kunpeng's overwhelming power and Snake Demon's threats, they had