Demon Emperor Daochen's fighting prowess left the four dumbstruck, and worse, trembling with fear and sick with unease.
There was no helping it. They all appeared to be experts of the Nine Heavens of the Saint Realm, so why had this fellow arrived wreathed in such murderous intent? More importantly, why was he so powerful? He had already scared them out of their wits.
Even the Lord of Darkness, the strongest among them, had begun to panic.
After all, Heavenly Dao Hongjun still stood before him, and another hidden expert had fled into the Primordial World. If those fellows gathered together, he would probably have no fate but to perish on the spot.
Faced with such a terrifying death trap, the Lord of Darkness no longer knew what to do.
Yet he could not resign himself to simply fleeing.
They had finally found this place after so much effort, and an alliance between the four of them was something rarely seen even in hundreds of thousands of years.
Moreover, they had lost so many experts from the Nether Soil this time.
What would they rely on to survive in Chaos once they returned?
After all, although the Nine Heavens of the Saint Realm marked the pinnacle of the Saint Realm,
that did not mean there were no stronger beings in Chaos.
Besides, Chaos Demon Gods of the Nine Heavens of the Saint Realm were a dime a dozen.
They would never believe they possessed such heaven-reaching influence that they could subdue every Chaos Demon God.
At that moment, Demon Emperor Daochen finally finished off the last small fry of the Nine Heavens of the Saint Realm.
He shook his hand impatiently. The fellow he had just dealt with had been incredibly troublesome, actually wasting half a minute of his time.