In the records, these individuals were truly terrifying beings, each one an immortal of the Sixth Realm, but whether it is entirely true remains uncertain.
He previously thought it was probably false, how could mere humans be that strong?
But now, faced with the evidence before him, he had no choice but to believe.
The day when over ten human immortals participated in the battle, even with all the power of the demons combined, they were not a match; his earlier idea of annexing the Central Plains now seemed more like a joke.
What virtue or ability does the Central Plains possess to rival dozens of immortals?
Inside the Demon God Hall, it was utterly silent, the atmosphere growing increasingly oppressive. After a long silence, he suddenly moved, swiftly raising his right hand.
Thin strands of black Qi rose, transforming in an instant into a mass, seemingly conjured from thin air, and a gloomy voice emanated from the black Qi:
"Mo.... Ying...."
