This was far too illogical.
Zhou Xuan's face turned bitter, and he wanted to explain.
But the words reached his lips, and for a moment, he didn't know where to start.
He could only dryly squeeze out a single sentence: "Senior Martial Uncle, the Great Tang... it's different."
"Different?"
The old man smiled bitterly and shook his head. "No matter how different it is, could it possibly compare to the Dao Lineage grotto-heavens..."
"Uh... anyway, it can't be judged by common sense..."
Just as Zhou Xuan was racking his brains.
Rumble—!!!
A massive muffled sound rolled in from the horizon without warning.
The ground beneath their feet began to tremble, dust fell from the roof of the main hall, and several massive Pill Furnaces buzzed from the vibrations, as if they might explode at any moment.
Thump! Thump!
Inside the hall, the Pill Slaves, who had already lost their spirit, couldn't even stand steadily under this pressure, kneeling on the ground one after another like dumplings being dropped into a pot.
"This... this is..."
The pupils of the leading old man suddenly contracted, his eyes filled with terror.
Although he had been imprisoned in Spirit Mountain and hadn't seen the outside world for a long time—even forgetting much about cultivation—his experience still remained.
This kind of world-destroying aura was definitely not something an ordinary Ascending the Tower Realm expert possessed.
It must be those Great Demon Emperors from the depths of Spirit Mountain.
"It's over... it's over..."
A cowardly Disciple slumped to the ground, his face ashen, muttering to himself, "It must be the Demon Emperors sensing the changes here... we're all going to die... we'll all die without a place to be buried..."
Along with his words.
Everyone's hearts sank to the bottom.
The tiny flame of hope that had just been ignited seemed utterly insignificant in the face of this terrifying pressure.
While everyone was in a state of panic.
He saw Running Ox, standing to the side, not showing the slightest hint of fear.
Instead, he suddenly looked up toward the outside of the hall.
On his rugged face, an uncontrollable excitement actually emerged. "They're here, they're here."
Zhou Xuan's heart also stirred, and he suddenly turned to rush out of the hall.
Seeing this, although they were scared to death, their survival instinct drove them to support each other and stagger out after him.
As soon as they stepped out of the hall door.
Everyone froze in place.
They saw that in the sky.
The originally clear sky was now divided into several distinct blocks of color.
On one side were rolling black thunders, like ink dragons churning, blotting out the sun.
On another side was a deathly pale mist, with thousands of eyeballs bobbing within it, eerie and sinister.
There were also nine hideous heads appearing and disappearing in the clouds, their roars shaking the heavens.
Three Great Demon Emperors!
The old man felt his vision go dark, nearly fainting.
And judging by their aura, they were even above the Azure Fox Demon Emperor!
They were just a group of Pill Slaves... was such a grand display really necessary?
In the next moment.
Everyone's gaze was drawn to the figure in the center.
black robes like ink, black hair flowing.
Under the siege of the three massive creatures, she looked as small as a speck of dust.
But it was this very speck of dust.
Rolling black mist surged around her, and within the mist, bursts of crimson overflowed.
One person.
Alone against three emperors.
Not only did she not retreat in the slightest.
But instead...
They saw the Girl in Black Robes actually grab the giant foot of one of the Demon Emperors with her bare hands.
Then.
Under everyone's stunned gazes.
She gave a sudden yank!
A rain of blood filled the sky, pouring down like a waterfall.
"Ho... ly shit..."
Someone subconsciously spat out those two words.
At this moment.
Any talk of mortal dynasties, any lack of logic, any sense of face or dignity.
In front of that figure who could cover the sky with one hand and was fiercely overwhelming.
It all became absolute bullshit.
Running Ox stood with hands on hips, looking at those dumbfounded old men with his nose in the air, and let out a triumphant snort.
"How about it? Is the backer of my mortal Dynasty... tough enough?!"
Hearing this.
Everyone looked at each other.
After a long time.
Only the leading Elder muttered blankly.
"Tough..."
"What?"
"It's indeed very tough."
"Louder! Haven't you eaten?"
The Elder took a deep breath and roared, "Tough! It's too tough!"
...
In the eastern sky.
Amidst the rolling black clouds, the Old Flood Dragon was fleeing for his life.
Black-purple evil lightning continuously exploded on his body; with every flash of lightning, the brilliance of his Primordial Spirit dimmed a bit more.
He had clearly used some secret technique.
But he couldn't care about that now.
As long as he could survive, it didn't matter even if his Realm dropped.
He extended his Divine Sense back several hundred miles and didn't sense any sign of pursuit.
The Old Flood Dragon's heart, which had been in his throat, finally settled slightly.
"That fool White Eye, usually boasting of being a perfect strategist, didn't he still end up as this Emperor's shield in the critical moment?"
He calculated in his heart.
The situation just now was a choice between two, a fifty-fifty life-and-death game.
It seemed to rely entirely on luck, but in fact, it didn't.
The White-Eye Demon Emperor's methods were strange, and his appearance was the most flamboyant. That young and aggressive woman would surely pick the one who looked more troublesome and conspicuous first.
And himself?
Just an old, decrepit Old Loach with half his body already in the grave~
Who would be interested in attacking an old thing?
As long as he concealed his aura, escaped the boundaries of Spirit Mountain, and dove into the deep sea of the Great Marsh.
No matter how heaven-defying her methods were, she could forget about finding this Emperor's trail again!
"Better you die than me, Brother White Eye. Go in peace. If I have time, I will certainly look after your wife and daughter for you."
The Old Flood Dragon's mouth curled into a grin, just about to mock him in his heart.
However.
This smile had just appeared when it instantly froze on his face.
"What's going on?!"
The Old Flood Dragon turned back sharply.
He saw that in the previously empty sky behind him, a piercing golden light had lit up at some unknown point.
The golden light was like a sword, tearing through the firmament.
It was approaching frantically at a despair-inducing speed!
"This... how is this possible?!"
The Old Flood Dragon was scared out of his wits, nearly unable to maintain the surging lightning around him.
He clearly saw that woman go after White Eye!
How long had it been?
It was only the time it takes to drink a cup of tea... no, not even half a cup of tea!
By common logic, although the White-Eye Demon Emperor wasn't skilled in direct combat, he had many tricks and was notoriously difficult to deal with.
Even against someone like Wang Canglan, stalling for a while would be easy.
How could she have caught up so quickly?
Could it be...
Could it be... White Eye is already dead?!
In just a single encounter?
He was slaughtered by that woman?!
"No... impossible..."
The Old Flood Dragon trembled all over, his voice changing pitch.
That was the Demon Emperor of Spirit Mountain's Second Grotto!
Even if he were a pig, he couldn't have died this quickly, right?!
But the terrifying pressure getting closer behind him was silently telling him... it was true.
White Eye was dead.
He died cleanly and efficiently, unable to stall for even a moment.
And now.
It was his turn.
"Damn it! Damn it! Damn it!"
The Old Flood Dragon let out a shrill roar, no longer daring to harbor any thoughts of luck.
What fifty-fifty?
What choice between two?
This crazy woman never even thought about making a choice...
But rather.
She wants them all!