Patriarch Minghe was closest to the Godslaying Spear, and quite a few of the Devil Race's Quasi-Saints knew him. They knew this old fellow was particularly good at keeping himself alive.
In the end, Minghe sighed, bit the tip of his tongue to unleash a secret technique, and fled toward the Netherworld.
The remaining Grand Supreme Elder Lord and Zhen Yuanzi stared grimly at the dozen or so Quasi-Saints before them, unease creeping into their hearts.
In a one-on-one fight, either the Grand Supreme Elder Lord or Zhen Yuanzi would have been supremely confident. But if these Devil Race Quasi-Saints attacked together, the outcome would be far less certain.
These devils were no fools. They knew where their advantage lay, so they immediately joined forces and attacked Zhen Yuanzi and the Grand Supreme Elder Lord.
Zhen Yuanzi and the Grand Supreme Elder Lord dared not take them lightly and hurriedly assumed defensive stances.
Yet their opponents were simply too numerous. Even though the two had prepared in advance, the blow still sent them flying backward.
Only now did the two truly begin to take these devils seriously.
Clearly, quite a few of these devils belonged to the same faction. They had even deployed a combined-attack formation!
Seeing that their combined attack had merely sent the two flying, the Devil Race Quasi-Saints were plainly astonished. They had considerable confidence in their formation.
After several hundred more exchanges, the Devil Race's advantage gradually became apparent. With so many of them, they could sustain a prolonged battle.
Although the Grand Supreme Elder Lord's true form was a Saint, even the cleverest cook could not make a meal without rice. The cultivation realm of this good corpse ultimately limited what he could do.
Zhen Yuanzi remained extremely valiant, but two fists could not contend