"Huff—, how terrifying!"
Gazing at the two divine demons thousands of miles away, Hei Jiao felt his heart leap straight to his throat.
This was his first time witnessing a campaign between two Pure Yang beings, and the terror it inspired completely exceeded his imagination.
Strictly speaking, both parties should have been at the Unity Realm Stage, yet the gap in strength between them was so vast that it defied all logic.
With these thoughts, Hei Jiao unconsciously remembered the Pure Yang being that had perished on Bliss Fairy Island, his gaze uncontrollably shifting to the other four figures beside him.
Unlike himself.
Although the expressions on the faces of these four individuals varied, one common trait was clear; none of them showed the slightest sign of nervousness, an unbelievable calmness pervaded them.
How had they managed to do it back then?
