On the Dragon Ship's deck, Black Mountain was gnawing on a spirit fruit, its juice dripping down the corners of his mouth.
"I must say, the fruit in this Demon Realm falls a little short of Undying Mountain's..."
Before he could finish, Si Chen suddenly stood up.
Black Mountain froze, nearly dropping his fruit. "Brother? What's wrong?"
Si Chen did not answer. He merely looked into the depths of the void, his brows creasing slightly.
Beside him, Xie Changsheng's expression also shifted. "Over there... so many powerful auras."
The others grew solemn as well. They set aside what they were doing and rose to their feet in unison.
Song Chi frowned slightly. "Have they... started fighting?"
Zhou Yan closed his eyes to sense what was happening. When he opened them again, his expression had darkened. "The auras are all mixed together, and there are... too many to count...!"
"And the strongest among them..."
"Emperor Realm." Jiang Ling's voice came from behind them, carrying a trace of gravity.
Everyone's expression changed at once.
The Emperor Realm.
Those were beings who stood at the very pinnacle of the Immortal Realm and the Demon Realm.
Black Mountain scratched his head. "Wait... weren't they supposed to be gathering?"
He glanced at the Demon Race flying artifacts in the distance, which were also heading toward Cangwu.
"So many demons haven't even arrived yet. How... have they already started fighting?"
No one answered him.
Xie Changsheng turned to look at Ao Tong.
Ao Tong stood by the railing, his expression even uglier than theirs.
Naturally, he had sensed those auras too... the war had already begun.
He had never sensed such powerful fluctuations before. Even from this far away, that pressure still made his entire body tremble slightly.
The Emperor Realm.
*Was it Imperial Lord Zhu