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But no matter what his junior brother said, Daoist Master Yuan still kept his eyes on the entire battlefield. At least for now, he had no opponent. This alone was an enormous deterrent to the remaining demons. Without even lifting a hand, he could decide the outcome of this battle, for his very existence was a power beyond measure.

There were certainly no shortage of capable demons in the Heavenly Revelation Alliance, and many had been in the city before this sudden encounter. Though some of the truly formidable and clever ones, such as Wang Youhong and Lord Lu, had already fled, they were only a small fraction. Hundreds of demons still remained trapped.

At such a time, the Old Beggar was considering Tu Siyan's matter. He took out a scrap from her Dharma robe and used his divine sense to perceive its minute changes. In any case, the overall situation here had already been decided.

By then, Qianyuan Sect Disciples and other Immortal Cultivators had arrived, riding immortal light into battle against the many demons whose vital energies had already been damaged. The Dragon Clan joined the fray as well, with their main targets being the Demon Race. Whenever Flood Dragons or their ilk were found among the Heavenly Revelation Alliance, the dragons would swarm them as one.

Amid wave after wave of dragon roars, the battle appeared chaotic, yet the balance of victory and defeat had long been clear. Daoist Master Yuan was in considerably better spirits than usual, especially after displaying his might before his junior brother.

"Those skulking rats, hiding their heads and showing their tails—we'll make sure they hurt badly today!"

The Old Beggar glanced at Daoist Master Yuan, who shone with immortal radiance beside him, then tucked the strips of cloth into the ragged