To the north, demonic qi surged like a tidal wave.
Twelve Taboo Demon Kings stood atop the Demon Pillars, their gazes locked firmly upon the Eternal Immortal Realm.
At their head stood a Demon King clad in dark-gold battle armor, two curved demonic horns atop his head stabbing straight into the heavens, their tips glimmering with a destructive ghostly light.
He was one of the commanders of the Demon World's expedition, the Slaughter Demon King, ranked seventh among the seventy-two Taboo Demon Kings. His cultivation had already reached the peak of the eighth Epoch!
Behind him, the demonic might of the eleven Taboo Demon Kings connected into one, causing the entire northern sky to collapse into a massive demonic cavern.
Yet at this moment, the Slaughter Demon King's brows were tightly furrowed, and a trace of confusion flashed through his scarlet demonic eyes.
"What... is the Immortal Realm doing?"
The Emperor Path had been open for a full three months!
The day the Ascension Road opened was almost upon them.
Yet on the Immortal Realm's side, it was still thunder loud and raindrops few!
Forget an army—even a single powerhouse had not appeared!
The Slaughter Demon King had lived through endless years, participated in the struggle for the previous Emperor Path, and witnessed countless schemes and tricks, but this was truly the first time he had encountered such a situation!
"What medicine are those old fossils of the Immortal Realm selling in their gourds?"
Behind the Slaughter Demon King, another Taboo Demon King spoke in a low voice, his tone carrying several hints of suspicion.
"Could it be... the Immortal Realm wants to sit on the mountain and watch the tigers fight, waiting for our four realms to start fighting before coming to pick up the gains?"
"Hmph, wishful thinking!"