"What?!"
By the time the Demon Kings came to their senses, the Black Flood Dragon King had already vanished.
The last stretch of his tail disappeared into the grotto-heaven entrance as well.
The sight startled many of the Demon Kings, but they had prepared for this, and their reactions were scarcely any slower. They all sped toward the grotto-heaven entrance.
They had already resisted, even losing several Demon Kings in the process. Not even the Fire Phoenix Clan could blame them.
Whoosh, whoosh!
Everywhere around the grotto-heaven entrance, densely packed whistles of rushing air rang out.
Seeing that the tide had turned against them, the Demon Kings threw caution aside and surged toward the entrance, one after another.
They no longer bothered intercepting the human True Lords' True Treasures and Divine Abilities, relying on their formidable bodies to take the blows head-on.
Riiip!
Pfft, pfft!
True Treasures struck one after another, producing grating sounds that set teeth on edge, along with the sounds of sharp weapons piercing flesh.
Bloody holes opened in the Demon Kings' mountain-sized bodies, blood gushing out like streams in a gruesome sight.
Pitter-patter.
Dozens of streams of blood scattered into a bloody rain that drifted down from the sky, inexplicably chilling the heart.
Whoosh, whoosh!
Though the scene looked miserable, the Nascent Soul Cultivators' mighty attacks were less effective than expected. In the end, only four Demon Kings died.
The remaining Demon Kings braved the True Treasures and Divine Abilities, forcing their way into Brightnight Grotto-Heaven.
The bodies of fourth-tier Demon Beasts were unimaginably strong. Under ordinary circumstances, even attacks from True Treasures struggled to inflict fatal wounds.
Although the True Lords' True Treasures were deadly, their Divine Abilities powerful and unpredictably varied, and their numbers far greater, the Demon Kings' formidable bodies had actually carried