In the time it took to speak, Anti-Trinity had completed their teleportation. The three of them now stood at a distance from the three Vishanti, black-red energy rippling around them.
In the star-filled void, countless distant stars glittered, colorful nebulae endlessly spun, and rivers of galaxies stretched across the surroundings. For some, this beautiful battlefield might have been the longing of a lifetime.
Neither side intended to speak. They merely stood in silence, letting their energies meet and crackle against one another.
By this point, the allied demon gods had already begun watching from afar. The six demon gods confronting one another were all among the universe's supreme powerhouses.
It was not as though no demon gods could interfere in their battle. The Black Dragon King and his rivals, for example, had the strength to enter a fight between top-tier powerhouses. But there was clearly nothing to gain from it. With his head cooled off, Faltaris had also flown to the edge of the battlefield and quietly watched.
Several mindlessly idiotic Old Ones were recalled by some unknown higher existence and vanished among the stars.
Although Su Ming remained on the battlefield to witness the power of the upper echelon, he was not foolish enough to stand in the middle of it. He picked a spot behind the Vishanti that was neither too near nor too far away, practically a VIP seat.
Because many demon gods had already recognized him, all sorts of killing intent crossed the void toward him. There was never any shortage of smart people in this world. It seemed someone had realized they had been deceived and informed everyone else that they had all been duped.
Deathstroke, the one responsible, was quite satisfied. This was exactly the attitude he wanted from the demon gods. Besides, as