The many mighty cultivators of the Demon Tribe stared ahead in shock.
At some point, the Demon Tribe's strongest warrior, the Demon Emperor, Eastern Emperor Taiyi,
had been sent flying by a single axe blow, even with the Chaos Bell held aloft.
That terrifying destructive power filled them with endless dread.
The blow clearly had not been fast, yet Eastern Emperor Taiyi had made no attempt to dodge.
"What just happened? Can someone explain it to me?"
"Why did His Majesty the Demon Emperor vanish in the blink of an eye?"
Their faces turned ashen as a suspicion began to form.
Eastern Emperor Taiyi had most likely been cleaved away.
There was no way the Chaos Bell had been shattered by the blow.
In that case, there was only one possibility: the axe had struck with such tremendous force that space itself could not withstand it and had been smashed apart.
By now, there was no telling where he had flown!
Demon Emperor Dijun's expression changed drastically.
"Fellow Daoist Stone Spirit, what exactly are you trying to do? This is a battle to the death between our Witch and Demon Tribes. What are you trying to achieve by forcing your way into it?"
There was a faint edge of menace in his words.
Wang Shi raised an eyebrow.
"You're all fighting to the death here, without sparing the slightest thought for the lives of ordinary members of the Witch and Demon Tribes."
"For the sake of your own selfish interests, do you have any idea how many demons will die in this battle?"
"Do you really think the Witch Clan has no power to resist at all?"
Wang Shi stared coldly at Demon Emperor Dijun, utterly unable to understand
how this fellow could be so ruthless.
Did he not know