Published: August 10, 2026
"Twenty-one demonic kings!"
"At least five great demonic kings!!"
Feeling more than twenty strands of fourth stage spiritual pressure as if they were real, not to mention the low-level cultivators below the golden core realm, even some nascent soul old monsters could not help but have a trace of fear flash across their eyes.
This was not merely a difference in numbers, but an all-around suppression in realm and strength.
By ordinary reasoning, with such a huge gap, if the two sides were to fight in the open wilderness, one side would fall into complete disadvantage in less than an instant.
For half the people to escape alive would already count as victory.
Thirteen against twenty-one; even if the three people from Heavenly Dragon Temple did not die, the difference was still nearly one to two.
Not to mention that before the battle even began, they had already cut off one of their own arms. Ten true lords against twenty-one demonic kings—just in terms of numbers, they were at a disadvantage by more than a factor of two.
Thinking of this, the other true lords stationed in Tianyi Immortal City could not help but feel a little dissatisfied.
They were dissatisfied that someone was giving such blind orders, and that the three from Heavenly Dragon Temple had died so wastefully.
So what if they collaborated with the demonic race and lost the city and territory, with some low-level cultivators dying? Why insist on wiping them out completely?
Of course, these people could only think such things in their hearts. Faced with Liu Yu's fierce reputation and authority, none of them dared say even half a word out loud.
"Friend Qingyang."
"You... are you confident?!"
Facing twenty-one demonic kings, even Yellow Brow's eyes showed worry, and he could not help but send a voice transmission to ask.
"With the strength of our squad, even if we are no match for the demonic race, finding a chance to withdraw safely is still possible."
"There's no need to fight to the death."
The gap in strength was somewhat too large, and he felt a little uneasy in his heart as well.
Hearing this, Liu Yu's gaze deepened. He looked at this man for a long moment before saying,
"Brother Yellow Brow, warfare is brutal and dangerous. In battle, no one has absolute certainty of victory."
"But Liu will do his best to fight for it!"
"So just rest assured. I still have some confidence in retreating safely."
The twenty-one demonic kings came aggressively, with countless demonic beasts stretching boundlessly beyond sight, yet he still remained unchanged in expression, making it impossible to guess his true thoughts.
"Good."
"Since Friend Qingyang has such heroic spirit, then this time I, Yellow Brow, will risk my life to accompany a gentleman. Whether we fight or retreat, I'll follow your instructions."
Clenching his teeth, Yellow Brow still suppressed the unease in his heart and conveyed his firm intent to support them.
The disparity between the two sides was immense. As yuan ying true lords, they should have sought advantage and avoided harm; as outsiders, retreating in the face of difficulty would have been the best choice.
But because of the trust built up over time, he still chose to believe and support them.
Perhaps because they had seen "big scenes" in Radiant Night Cave Heaven, the members of the squad were, on the whole, fairly calm. In particular, Ink Plum, who had entered the Sealed Space before, looked even more composed than Yellow Brow.
"Thump, thump, thump..."
Like a tidal wave, the demonic beasts stopped advancing once they approached a certain range.
The twenty-one demonic kings were the same, halting far away at two hundred li, with only one continuing forward.
It was a robust yellow lion, standing one hundred and thirty zhang tall at the shoulder and about two hundred zhang long, with two pairs of small, exquisite white wings on its back.
Its cultivation was at the late fourth stage, and its spiritual pressure was even more profound than that of an ordinary great cultivator, unexpectedly approaching the peak of the fourth stage.