By the time the Lord of Northern Province Mountains was free to act, they would be in danger.
"This demon is fierce, we can only hold him off and wait for the Celestial Court to send reinforcements!"
The Underworld Ghost Envoy said as he continued his relentless assault on the Lord of Northern Province Mountains.
The Old Dragon King, his eyes flashing with ferocity, was also spurred into action by the violence of his younger days, hefting his great spear back into the fight.
The battle between the Lord of Northern Province Mountains and the Old Dragon King, along with the two Underworld Ghost Envoys, was a whirlwind of motion as the four combatants never ceased clashing.
They fought another ten rounds.
Suddenly, in the midst of the battlefield, the momentum of the demons greatly diminished, as if their defeat was as swift as a mountain collapsing, they were forced into a continuous retreat by the Netherworld Ghosts and Deities and the Celestial Army.