Of course, after his shame and fury, fear rose in the Golden-Winged Great Peng's eyes. What could make the Demon Race's Number One Expert afraid? The pitch-black darkness grew ever more abundant, and its suction ever stronger. Not only were the pillars of starlight and moonlight sucked in and shredded, even mountains and other things upon the earth were torn apart by the pull. Everything was being devoured by it.
It was not as though Great Sages of the Demon Race had never fought before, but never had there been anything so fierce. The faint darkness from before had now begun to overflow, and the Golden-Winged Great Peng felt as though even the stars of his demon body were about to be ripped apart. He did not dare be careless. Hurriedly withdrawing his divine ability, he merged his three incarnations back into one. Yet without Feng Wu's cooperation, the darkness did not lessen in the slightest. It even surged toward the Golden-Winged Great Peng like a swarm!
"Seventh Great Sage!" The Golden-Winged Great Peng cried out despite his terror, forcing himself to speak. "You and I are both Great Sages of the Demon Race. We sprang from the same root—why fry each other so fiercely? Besides, though you have attained Great Sagehood, you have yet to enter the Great Sacred Hall. You have no idea how formidable this Star Devouring Void Power is! Look—if neither of us stops, all of Biqingyu, even the entire Sacred Realm of a Thousand Demons, may be swallowed by this... unknown thing..."
There was no need for the Golden-Winged Great Peng to say it. Feng Wu had already sensed the terror of that darkness, and he too wished to stop. But this conflict had been started by the Three Great Sages of the Demon Race.