Elsewhere, high in the sky.
Holding the Eastern Emperor Bell, Di Jun stood coldly in the sky, his aura surging. He gazed at the countless immortals and gods opposite him without joy or sorrow, as though looking at a swarm of ants.
"Get lost!"
"I am here. None of you may act with impunity."
"Anyone still here after ten breaths will die!"
Di Jun looked utterly defiant, his words making it clear that he thought nothing of the people before him.
When Guangchengzi and the others saw Di Jun, they could not help drawing sharp breaths, their faces instantly turning deathly pale.
Almost everyone present had followed a Sage since the time of the Witch-Demon Tribulation, so of course they knew who stood before them.
The Demon Emperor, Di Jun!
The instant they saw him, they were certain that this was no impostor.
After all, the bearing of someone like Di Jun was not something an ordinary person could imitate.
Especially with that Eastern Emperor Bell.
It was Demon Emperor Di Jun's signature magical treasure. Even if someone wanted to impersonate him, there was no way they could get their hands on an Innate Supreme Treasure like that.
But hadn't the Eastern Emperor Bell already fallen into Saint Tongtian's hands?
Guangchengzi and the others could not make sense of it.
Nevertheless, no matter what, they absolutely could not retreat now.
After all, they were no longer the insignificant figures they had been during the Witch-Demon Tribulation. Every one of them had long since reached the Quasi-Saint stage. Thus, although Di Jun had once ranked among the strongest in the Three Realms, he was also a Quasi-Saint, and things were very different now.
There was another reason, and it was the most important one.
Although Di Jun possessed the Innate Supreme