Boom!
The terrifying saber phantom slammed into Di Jun's Witch-Slaying Sword. Vast power spilled outward, unleashing dreadful shock waves that shook the sky and shattered the void.
Di Jun was sent flying by that immense force, only coming to a stop tens of thousands of miles away in the void.
Seeing Lin Tian come to her aid, Xuanming's breathtaking face softened into a smile. She slowly approached his side and said, "Thank you, Brother Lin Tian."
"No need for thanks. We're all doing this for the Witch Clan. Leave Di Jun to me. Go deal with the other demons."
Lin Tian's expression was solemn as he spoke. Di Jun was now the Demon Race's only Quasi-Saint. If he held Di Jun back, Xuanming could deal with the other Demon Gods.
After all, Xuanming was a Quasi-Saint expert. Against Demon Gods at the Great Encompassing Golden Immortal level, she would not need much time to defeat them.
Xuanming nodded at his words. Just as Lin Tian had thought, if Di Jun had not possessed the Witch-Slaying Sword, he might not even have been able to overwhelm her.
Against ordinary Demon Gods, she could practically kill them in an instant.
Then Xuanming left and began clearing out the Demon Gods.
"Lin Tian!"
Di Jun roared, his gaze fixed fiercely on Lin Tian and fury rising across his face. If not for Lin Tian, the Demon Race would probably have won the war long ago.
Lin Tian's involvement had not only sent several of his sons to their graves, but his schemes against the Demon Race had also changed the entire situation, leaving them at a disadvantage.
"What, you want to kill me?"
Lin Tian gave a cold laugh, a trace of disdain in his eyes. He possessed two Innate Supreme Treasures, one