Seeing how savage the Demon Emperor and his companion were,
everyone exchanged uneasy looks. Not a single one dared step forward.
The Celestial Person's Doppelgangers snorted coldly and charged up one after another, only to be swatted down one after another.
Yet the Celestial Person paid no heed, charging madly at the Demon Emperor without the slightest hesitation.
He looked ready to lay down his life in a sacrifice that would echo through the ages.
His behavior baffled the Demon Emperor. After all, the losses from doing this were enormous.
But since his opponent did not care, why would the Demon Emperor show any mercy?
Every so often, he devoured one to replenish his energy.
Although he was fighting, the Demon Emperor's gaze never left Kesailin and the others in the distance.
Just then, however, the Demon Emperor suddenly sensed that something was wrong.
It was as though something did not quite fit.
As he puzzled over it,
his gaze suddenly locked onto the Celestial Person standing beside Kesailin in the distance.
He abruptly spun around.
A Frost Palm appeared behind the Demon Emperor in an instant. Fortunately, he reacted in time and kept it from striking a vital spot.
The palm struck the Demon Emperor's shoulder, making him stagger.
The Demon Emperor's palm also reached his opponent's dantian. With that strike, the Celestial Person's dantian shattered, instantly reduced to a mangled mess.
The Celestial Person flew backward, his eyes filled with disbelief.
The attack he had prepared for so long had not only failed to injure the Demon Emperor as intended, but had instead given the Demon Emperor an opening to catch him off guard.
Clutching his dantian, he stared blankly at the Demon Emperor. "How did you notice? How is that possible?"
Demon Emperor Daochen curled his lip.