The Netherworld cultivators fought fiercely against the Coalition Army, all staking their lives on the battle without showing the slightest mercy.
The dozen or so Netherworld Venerables were pinned down by ten Tribulation Transcendence True Persons, including the Saint King and the White-Spirit Immortal Crane.
The Heavenly Calamity Devil Ancestor surveyed the scene around him, a cold, savage smile curling his lips. "Wonderful, wonderful."
"To think that now, having escaped the millennium reincarnation tribulation, I could destroy even the Immortal Realm with a flick of my finger, only for a swarm of ants from the lower plane to come and disrupt my plans."
"To forge the ants of the lower plane into such a powerful army..."
"The World Tree Descendant truly is the greatest threat to our Demon Realm."
Holding the Divine Wood Scepter, Lin Mo stood several meters from the Heavenly Calamity Devil Ancestor and said calmly, "We cultivators of the lower plane have never liked invading others, but we will never let ourselves be butchered either."
"You were exiled from the Demon Realm and want revenge against it. That has nothing to do with us."
"But to carry out your revenge, you intend to rule every middle plane and lower plane, enslaving us all as blood feed. How could we possibly sit and wait for death?"
"Today, either you die or I do!"
The Heavenly Calamity Devil Ancestor froze briefly, then threw back his head and laughed as though he had heard the greatest joke in the world. "Hahahahaha!"
"An ant from the lower plane actually dreams of fighting me to the death? How laughable!"
"I had been considering finding you, the World Tree Descendant, and killing you myself before the Nether Prison Calamity descended."
"Now that you have come of your own accord, you have saved me