As the Devil Ancestor's words fell silent.
One Chaos Demon God after another arrived in the Demon Realm.
Their faces were calm as they stood quietly behind the Devil Ancestor.
Whether it was the Devil Ancestor or anyone else, they all harbored intentions of using them.
The Devil Ancestor sneered. "I'll hold Daochen and the Heavenly Dao back. There are plenty of treasures in this Demon Realm. Even if I can't destroy him today."
"I'll still make Daochen learn what suffering feels like."
"As for you, Heavenly Dao, I'll give Dao Ancestor Hongjun a hand in a moment! I'll send you crawling back."
Daochen looked at the Devil Ancestor in surprise. Where did this fellow get his confidence?
But when he examined this fellow closely, he discovered that an incredibly dense power of fate indeed clung to his body.
This fellow was very likely Fate's puppet.
If that were true, perhaps he really did have other tricks up his sleeve.
The Devil Ancestor surged forward in an instant, appearing beside Daochen and Dao Ancestor Hongjun.
He casually waved his hand, and although no fluctuations of power were visible.
Daochen realized that they were already surrounded by the power of fate.
Although he did not know what this power was meant to do.
He still dared not move rashly.
The Heavenly Dao reacted just as he did, making no move.
The three stood there, staring at one another, making the scene seem rather awkward.
Yet beneath the surface, an invisible force had gradually surrounded Daochen and the others.
If they dared make any move, Daochen could be injured by the power of fate.
But sitting and waiting for death was out of the question. Daochen snapped his fingers lightly.
Everyone noticed a force gathering in midair. It was the power of