The Fall of the Demonic Sect, The Demise of Daolords

Jiang Chengxuan's calm and indifferent smile appeared like the grin of a grim reaper in the eyes of Daolord Skeleton and his cohorts.

Faced with this situation, they found themselves unable to utter a single word. Weakness, despair, and the impending doom were written all over their faces.

They knew they were now trapped with no escape, regardless of what Jiang Chengxuan had done or how he had accomplished it.

This chess game with the demon immortal had resulted in a decisive victory for the righteous side of the Floodgate Realm.

At that moment, a sense of respect for their opponent unexpectedly arose within them. "It seems the heavens have doomed us," one of the Demonic Sect Daolords remarked with a sudden sense of resignation.

Despite being Mahayana Daolords, they were nothing more than chess pieces, and now that their mastermind had lost, they were powerless.