Heavenly Hatred True Lord stared fixedly at them, his eyes filled with madness and resentment.
He had been wrong.
Horribly wrong.
When he discovered the Blood Sacrifice Formation here, he had thought it would be an easy cleanup.
But the instant he destroyed the altar, these three had suddenly descended.
Before he could even react, the ten Nascent Soul Battle Puppets he had brought were torn to pieces by the combined onslaught of the strangers and their spirit beasts.
Early Nascent Soul puppets were as fragile as paper before peak Nascent Soul opponents.
He had fought with everything he had, burning his origin demonic qi and even detonating a Life-Bound Demonic Treasure. Only then had he barely managed to survive this long and send out that distress message.
"Native?" Heavenly Hatred True Lord coughed up a mouthful of black blood and gave a sinister cackle. "You skulking rats think yourselves worthy of calling me a native?"
"When my lord arrives, he will rip out your divine souls and torment them for ten thousand years!"
"Your lord?" Another Black-Robed Figure sounded as though he had heard the greatest joke in the world. "This broken world cannot possibly produce a Divine Transformation cultivator. The three of us are invincible here!"
"Enough. There's no time to waste words on a dying man." The leading Black-Robed Figure lost patience and gave the Six-Winged Demon Bat beside him a curt order. "Finish him and take his nascent soul. A demonic nascent soul like his would make a fine primary ingredient."
"Screee!"
The Six-Winged Demon Bat let out a piercing shriek. With a beat of his enormous membranous wings, he vanished.
A moment later, he appeared like a phantom behind Heavenly Hatred True Lord. His dreadful claws tore through space, striking straight for his heart from