"How dare a mere Immortal..." the black-masked figure muttered coldly, his voice laced with disdain.
Yet, despite Yuan's provocation, he remained composed. Unlike the expendable pawns that littered the battlefield, he was no mindless fanatic and wouldn't risk himself so easily.
Though he could theoretically overpower Yuan with sheer cultivation alone, he dared not act recklessly. The threat of Yuan's Demon Sealing Aura loomed like a blade at his throat. Having accepted a demon's power, he was now inherently vulnerable to its natural counter—Demon Sealing Aura. In such confrontations, cultivation alone meant little.
However, despite Yuan single-handedly holding the northern front, the other regions struggled to contain the relentless advance of the Demon Worshippers.
"Damn it! Why the hell are there so many Demon Worshippers?!"
"This is unprecedented!"
"Look over there! More are coming!"
