"The energy unleashed by a Quasi-Saint's self-destruction could destroy heaven and earth, but one Quasi-Saint wouldn't be enough to cripple the Demon Race."
Ling Feng watched the battle locked in a bitter stalemate, a plan already taking shape in his mind. But if one isn't enough, I can use two, ten, a hundred! To me, Quasi-Saints are nothing more than a number anyway.
There was no limit to the production of Creation Characters.
With Ling Feng's current strength as a Daluo Golden Immortal (Elementary Universe Venerable), he could easily mass-produce characters at the early Quasi-Saint stage.
Once their numbers exceeded a certain threshold, the energy released by their simultaneous self-destruction would overwhelm even a Quasi-Saint Peak.
And that was precisely Ling Feng's plan.
He could not stop Hongjun's scheme for now, but he could cripple the Demon Race and delay the Witch-Demon Tribulation, buying himself more time.
"Eastern Emperor Taiyi, today, I'll repay every grudge from the past!"
Gazing into the distance at Eastern Emperor Taiyi, who was locked in battle with Ancestral Witch Zhurong, Ling Feng's lips curled into a cold, sinister smile.
He had never forgotten his feud with Eastern Emperor Taiyi on the Three Immortal Islands, nor the Demon Race's invasion of the Human Race.
Today, he would make the Demon Race pay.
Old Daoist Hongjun, the contest between us begins today...
Ling Feng turned to glance toward Zixiao Palace in the Chaos Space, his expression proud and defiant.
He was no longer the man he had once been... he dared to make the sun and moon shine upon a new heaven, and he dared to challenge the Primordial World's foremost shadowy manipulator!
Dong!
A deafening toll reverberated across the lands of the Primordial World.
Eastern Emperor Taiyi had struck the Chaos Bell. Both sides were seeing