"Stop!"
As that voice rang out, weathered by the ages yet imbued with heavenly might, every masked Quasi-Saint about to self-detonate was instantly frozen in place. They could no longer move, and even the destructive energy poised to explode was forcibly halted.
"His words become law?!"
Hidden in the shadows, Ling Feng's expression changed. This was a power only Saints possessed.
"Below the Saints, all are ants. Now I finally understand."
He gazed at the old man who had suddenly appeared in the sky. Clad in purple Daoist robes, the man had the bearing of an immortal, radiating an otherworldly simplicity, as though he had returned to his purest nature.
Looking at the old man, Ling Feng could not help marveling inwardly, Dao Ancestor Hongjun truly is powerful!
Indeed, the one who had intervened was none other than the Saint, Hongjun.
The moment he acted, Ling Feng knew his plan could go no further.
"What a shame. I couldn't kill Eastern Emperor Taiyi and his brother. I'll have to find another opportunity."
Looking at the Demon Race's ranks, ravaged by death and injury, Ling Feng's lips curled into a cold smile. Still, after such a devastating blow, the Demon Race probably won't recover anytime soon. My plan was a success, after all.
His goal had been to deal the Demon Race a crippling blow and delay the second outbreak of the war between the Witch and Demon Races. Now, he had succeeded.
After all, the Witch Race had been protected by the Pangu True Body formed by the Ancestral Witches. Coupled with their naturally powerful physiques and the fact that they had fought scattered among the Demon Race's ranks, they had suffered little damage.
Of course, that was also because Ling Feng had not targeted the Witch Race.
*"Damn it.