Chapter 880: The Fortune of the Nine Great Daoists and the Grest Sun Swordsman Joining Forces

The Shadow Demon Daoist and the Mingtian Emperor were locked in a fierce and inseparable fight.

One was a mass of ghostly shadows, vanishing and reappearing unpredictably, retreating immediately after each strike; the other was wildly dominating, indestructible as vajra, with each move shattering scores of kilometers of the void.

In a sudden burst of vigor, the Mingtian Emperor's single horn on his forehead shot out a dark, soul-destroying divine light, which even the Shadow Demon Daoist couldn't withstand, emitting a tragic cry as he utilized a very limited number of his life-saving shadow clones to die in his stead.

The Nine Great Daoists watched them coldly, not uttering a single word.

Hum!

The Obsidian Door trembled.

It opened again!

One by one, the Horned Demon Tribe members clad in armor stepped out, numbering three thousand, all emitting the aura of being at the Golden Pill Peak.