"Not good! They want to hold the Emperor Venerable here, then let the fighting between the other mighty experts decide the outcome!"
Seeing this, the people of the Heavenly Court finally understood.
Whether in underlying strength or present condition, Mystic Heaven surpassed Nether Heaven. No one had ever doubted that Mystic Heaven could win; it was merely a matter of time.
Yet that was precisely the crux of the matter.
As long as Mystic Heaven could not win swiftly, Nether Heaven could hold Mystic Heaven in place and steer this Immortal-Demon War toward a different ending.
Nether Heaven was already bent on mutual destruction. Even at the cost of damaging its own foundations and losing its avatar, it intended to achieve that goal.
Now, vast quantities of black substance, dark as smoke and thick as oil, sprayed everywhere. The sludge-like source matter polluted the entire battlefield.
"Don't let that stuff touch you! Get out of the way!"
Feeling the evil aura rushing toward them, the Heavenly Gods almost felt as though they were suffocating.
"Aah!"
Screams rang out one after another.
Amid the panic of the Heavenly Court's gods, sharp barbs, bony fangs, scales, and eyes sprouted all over many Heavenly Soldiers and Generals. Some even twisted out of shape, becoming indescribable monsters.
It was as though they had originally been clay figures molded by skilled hands, only to soften and deform after being soaked in water, becoming unrecognizable.
"Those Heavenly Gods are finished!"
The distant Righteous Cultivators watched with lingering dread.
The Heavenly Soldiers and Generals feared neither hardship nor sacrifice. What they feared was being polluted and falling into demonhood.
That was an unacceptable fate to them, for it meant sinking into hell, never to find deliverance for all eternity!
"The Demonic Path wants to strike at our