Central Battlefield.
"Ba Lin."
Xie Haiqing held a warblade and slashed forward.
With a boom, the warblade clashed with the being within the thick, ink-black demonic qi. An exceedingly dull thud rang out, and Xie Haiqing's body shuddered as he staggered backward.
On the other side, the ink-black demonic qi also retreated slightly.
Neither had the upper hand!
They were evenly matched!
Yet Xie Haiqing's expression was faintly grim.
His opponent was none other than Ba Lin!
He was also the strongest of the Outer Realm Demon Spirits present.
Ba Lin's strength was undeniable. Even going all out, Xie Haiqing had failed to defeat him.
He had only barely managed to suppress him.
But... at any other time, he would have had ample time to wear his opponent down. Now was different. They were in the midst of a Battle Royale.
Every moment he wasted meant dozens, even hundreds of Cultivators would fall.
After all, the Cultivators who had come were all top talents from the various factions and sects of the Qiankun Continent, each with the potential to become an Ancestral God someday.
Of course, not everyone had a chance of becoming an Ancestral God, but even if only one in ten did... that was still a terrifying number!
In a sense, they represented the future of the Qiankun Continent.
The Outer Realm Demon Spirits, however, were different.
They did not care!
They could expend hundreds of thousands of ordinary true god and heaven and earth true god Outer Realm Demon Spirits without the slightest heartache.
This also had to do with how Outer Realm Demon Spirits were born and cultivated. In short...
The Outer Realm Demon Spirits had no such concerns.
Defeating Ba Lin is probably impossible.
Xie Haiqing frowned and shifted his gaze toward the many Cultivators