"Every one of these people had enough strength to practically crush Zhou Likui!"
Qin Hao drew a deep breath, his heart filled with shock. The White-Robed Woman who had suddenly arrived, in particular, possessed strength on par with a Saint Martial Realm first-layer Grandmaster.
Even a Saint Martial Realm second-layer Grandmaster might not be able to kill her.
Without question, anyone who could master the power of a domain while still in the true martial realm was a Top Talent from somewhere on the True Martial Continent!
Yet for some unknown reason, they had all gathered at the Demon-Suppressing Pool!
Across from Qin Hao, the three wore wary expressions, seemingly extremely apprehensive of the White-Robed Woman.
Fang Lang's expression turned ugly at once.
If one could come, others would surely follow.
Every newcomer was a formidable fighter, which meant their chances of securing the Immortal-Demon Fruit had just become much slimmer.
The White-Robed Woman's aura was icy, like an iceberg, her cold beauty unmatched. Her gaze swept over the others before settling on the Cloudwing Beast, and an almost imperceptible flicker of surprise crossed her eyes.
But she soon withdrew her gaze. After looking over the Immortal-Demon Tree, she found a spot and sat down cross-legged.
Clearly, she had also come for the Immortal-Demon Tree.
No one spoke. The atmosphere was somewhat tense.
The more people arrived, the more nervous everyone became.
There were only eight Immortal-Demon Fruits in total. If anyone else came, there would not be enough to go around.
Yet these people, including the White-Robed Woman, seemed to know that more were certain to arrive, and their expressions grew increasingly impatient.
Every one of them wished the Immortal-Demon Fruits would ripen and fall immediately!
But what they dreaded came to pass. Not long after the White-Robed Woman