Realm-Hopping Martial Master

Emperor Palace, the Demon Race power that emerged after the onset of the racial war, comprised all the Demon Venerables that appeared, serving as the highest command organ for the Demon Race.

Most of the true Middle Stage and higher Demon Venerables were in deep seclusion in its depths.

After all, the true key to victory in the great battle lay in the core combat strength between the Human Clan and the Demon Race.

Even an upgrade by a small realm could tilt the scales of victory somewhat.

This Golden Horn Demon Antelope is a member of the Emperor Palace.

Another female Elder from the Creation Sect frowned deeply.

"The Earth Dragon Flipping of the Thick Earth Daoist Venerable requires time to accumulate power, but once any breath reveals, that Antelope launches a will impact to forcibly interrupt."

"The Great Sun Melting Furnace Formation of the Douxing Sect was just starting when it got corroded at the formation base by the filthy blood light sprayed by the city’s venomous python!"

"If this continues, not to mention breaching the city, our Daoist Venerables may end up with significant injuries, and the casualties among the disciples below are terrifyingly high!"

Her expression was quite grim, clearly finding this situation extremely tricky.

This Golden Horn Demon Antelope is indeed extraordinary, and it has profound attainments in the soul and defense Dao, reaching the peak in defense; if there isn’t a sharp enough weapon to shatter the entire city, they’re afraid they can only call for aid, otherwise, they will truly be worn to death alive.

"Attack!"

"Do not stop!"

A man clad in Treasure Armor, carrying a Giant Sword on his back, growled:

"If we retreat a step, the pressure on the rear defensive line will double!"

"At the rear, Demons are gathering at Thousand Streams Creek, and once we’re held here to form a pincer attack, the consequences would be unimaginable!"

He had lived long in Fuhai City in his youth, personally witnessing the horrific scene of the Demon Race attacking the city, holding boundless blood feuds with them.

The atmosphere in the camp was as heavy as iron.

The ongoing high-intensity assault not only inflicted large losses but also wore out morale.

The three Demon Venerables of the Demon Race cooperated skillfully, one guarding, another interfering and corroding, while the third stood as a pillar using offense as defense. Coupled with the city’s sturdy Demon Pattern Shield, the Human Clan’s top combat strength found it difficult to break through, being mired in a stalemate of a bitter struggle.

Every moment of delay saw countless human cultivators shedding blood on the battlefield.

Just then, the cultivator responsible for lookout suddenly exclaimed.

"Look quickly! What is that?!"

Almost at the same time, high in the air, the Sword Venerable from the Hidden Sword Sect, the Fire Venerable from the Dao Yi Sect, and several commanding Elders in the fortress, all suddenly sensed an obscured yet immensely pure and vast space fluctuation sweeping across the battlefield.

Meanwhile, from a far distance, Lu Chong looked at Jiang Shu, whose figure suddenly became blurred beside him, and said in a low voice: "Be careful, that Golden Horn Demon Antelope is not an easy opponent."

He was now one of the main generals of the Human Clan’s big army and naturally kept a detailed record of these powerful Demon Venerables.

In his view, even though Jiang Shu had advanced to a Daoist Venerable, it should only be a just achieved state.

His realm might not even be stable yet.

Fighting the White Tiger Demon Monarch, who is only at a Half-step Demon Venerable Realm, perhaps could be killed instantly.

But truly before a Demon Venerable, especially one who had stepped into the Middle Stage, Jiang Shu’s foundation perhaps was still somewhat inadequate.

Jiang Shu, Supreme Mysterious Daoist Venerable, most importantly, should remain quietly developing.

Given Jiang Shu’s talent, it may not take many years to completely stabilize his realm before appearing again.

Yet these words, after turning at his throat, remained unsaid eventually.

The gap between him and Jiang Shu was growing increasingly vast.

Without their encounter and connection within the Ancient Demon Sect Relics with Jiang Shu.

Judging by their realms, upon meeting again, he would need to be thoroughly respectful, having no opportunity to speak unless Jiang Shu opened his mouth.

"Don’t worry."

Jiang Shu’s voice remained calm, naturally discerning what was on Lu Chong’s mind.

But everything he experienced in the Star Ruins Realm was wholly unimaginable to the inhabitants of Cang Mang Domain.

A Saint lecturing on the Dao?

In Cang Mang Domain, how many could compare with that Saint Tomb’s Saint?

In the Demon Domain, some Demon Venerables, though regal as they might be in the Realm of Venerable. But the sky they witnessed, at best, was just that.

Without the emergence of a Demon Lord, a Demon Venerable is nearly the highest realm.

In a sense, a Venerable is already the strongest existence in Cang Mang Domain.

Their Dao comprehension tends to stagnate.

Especially the Demon Venerables, for the wisdom of the Demon Race inherently falls short of the Human Clan.

Their comprehension of the Great Dao naturally falls a bit short as well.

The reason they might excel somewhat in battle is due to the strength of their innate flesh bodies.

But these strengths, before Jiang Shu, are just that.

In the Star Ruins Realm, he had mostly comprehended the Space Law.

Yet, in the War Alliance, interacting with the Wind Cloud Pride, his Power Dao had reached an entirely new realm.

His physical body had been tempered to near invincibility in the same realm.

Not to mention, in the world he had developed within himself, the World Tree contained endless vitality, and countless Dao Essence Energies flowed through every inch of his flesh and every acupoint.

Jiang Shu took a step forward, his voice seemingly devoid of any ripples, but his figure already vanished as his words fell.

He did not ride any Flying Dao Artifact nor radiate a blinding light to draw attention, but naturally, as if merging into the wind, with a single step, quietly appeared above the dark red shield of Split Stone City!

Within Split Stone City.

The Green Wind Demon Eagle on the highest tower promptly emitted a sharp warning cry.

It sensed an indescribable danger.