With that, his figure vanished from the cave abode.
At that very next moment, in the Vast Sea Demonic Land, where the Earth Fiend Demon Cave had fallen.
The many demonic cultivators resting there suddenly felt a chill rise in their hearts. Before a single thought could form, an immense force crushed them into dust in an instant, annihilating both body and soul.
"Not good!"
Upon the five-colored lotus-leaf cloud platform, Bai Di sensed it as well, and his sea of consciousness abruptly churned.
He hurriedly opened his third horizontal eye and gazed into the distance. Above the Earthly Baleful Demon Soil, he saw an orthodox cultivator dressed like an old farmer, one hand pressed downward.
Below him, across as far as the eye could see, the Demon Soil had already become a scene of corpses strewn everywhere and blood flowing for a hundred miles.
Bai Di's expression darkened slightly. This development had plainly taken him somewhat by surprise.
Yet he could not truly be blamed. The Demonic Dao side had already deployed a full six Mystic Insight Venerables to the front lines. They could not possibly have allowed an orthodox venerable to swagger so openly into their rear.
For this orthodox venerable to appear here now, it could only mean one thing: he had employed some extraordinarily profound Dao art to bypass the joint defensive line formed by the Demonic Path Venerables.
This struck at Bai Di's sole weakness. Though he possessed sufficient cunning, authority, and status, his True Intent Realm cultivation limited him from making precise assessments of those mighty Mystic Insight Realm venerables.
That was why he had been unwilling to let the war progress too quickly. Once the two sides reached the stage where venerables fought like immortals, changes in the battle would slip beyond his