Azmodeus couldn't immediately reach the Evil Nine Yin cultivator who was most obviously the leader of this attack on the assembly, but he was cutting through enough Immortal Gods that it surely wouldn't be long now. Moreover, it seemed that Ming Chao and the other Half-step Immortal Transcendent Realm powerhouses were holding their own, at least well enough to not make it appear like they had the losing hand.
The other students and figures gathered and scattering also surprisingly kept the Evil Nine Yin forces at bay, which was weird… Suspiciously weird…
'Something about this feels off,' thought Azmodeus as he cleaved through a dozen more Immortal Gods. His strides were long and lofty, with none able to withstand more than a single strike of his. Yet there was still something off about this whole situation. 'Why does this feel too easy…?'
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