When people of the Asura Nine Divisions descended to the Lower Realm, they had already met the Asura Saint Son.
They knew the Asura Saint Son was a legendary figure who had successfully hidden himself in Central Earth for a thousand years, and they knew even better how he had played many Central Earth powerhouses in the palm of his hand.
Not a few among them had become his loyal believers, devoted to him unto death.
The people in front of them should be the Asura Saint Son's followers, right?
But where was the Asura Saint Son?
The three hundred Nascent Soul Realm cultivators charged at full speed, stirring up a sky full of magma, making it impossible for them to see clearly.
But it didn't matter anymore.
With a Sage making a move, these dozens of Central Earth powerhouses that were already like fish in a net could be wiped out in an instant.
They relaxed their vigilance and continued to launch a fierce assault on the Central Earth cultivators in the encirclement.
