The war between the two sides raged without pause. In the blink of an eye, two months had passed.
During that time, the Demonic Path side attacked ferociously, but it won few victories in either the Central Region or the Southwest.
Even when its forces crossed the dividing line, the righteous side soon drove them back.
Meanwhile, in the Outrealm, a new clash between the mightiest cultivators was in full swing.
On a long path beneath an inverted river of stars, Nie Wuchen, the Fuyao Sect's master and Venerable Tian Shuo, watched Venerable Kuji of Kudhan Temple battle the Poison-Extinguishing Demon Venerable across a stretch of empty space.
"Fellow Daoist Nie, you seem to have time to spare. Instead of preparing for your own battle, you've come to watch someone else's."
The Myriad Corpses Demon Lord's withered figure emerged from a shadow. "That old poison freak strikes hard. After this battle, your Immovable Vajra may truly be unable to move."
"No need to trouble yourself over that."
Nie Wuchen chuckled, then turned to the Myriad Corpses Demon Lord with a calm expression. "Besides, if I'm only facing you, I hardly need to make any special preparations."
"Heh heh heh."
The Myriad Corpses Demon Lord gave a sinister smile, then changed the subject. "Last time, Fellow Daoist Nie, you truly displayed your might. You broke that old dog brother of mine so badly he lost heart. He even came to confide in me afterward."
The Myriad Corpses Demon Lord had meant to use the matter to sound Nie Wuchen out. Instead, Nie Wuchen immediately replied, "So you failed to seize the opportunity he gave you, didn't you?"
The Myriad Corpses Demon Lord froze. A vicious glint appeared in his sunken eyes.
He said nothing, but his silence had already given Nie