At the same time, a majestic voice echoed in Feng Yuan Demon Venerable's ears.
"For now, hold your hand; you cannot kill him yet."
Cannot kill?
Feng Yuan Demon Venerable turned his head, watching the Heaven-Burning Ancestor struggling and roaring, his heart was taken aback.
Could it be that the Heaven-Burning Ancestor might ascend to the Demon Lord?
Or perhaps, the Heaven-Burning Ancestor's strength had already surpassed their imagination.
A chance to bring harm even to a Demon Lord?
Impossible!
Almost at the next moment, Feng Yuan Demon Venerable dismissed this possibility.
Any Demon Lord striking is tantamount to the Heavenly Dao personally taking action to suppress.
Cultivating to the rank of Demon Venerable means merely understanding several paths of the Great Dao.
It's akin to having patches of mundane rivers.
But these rivers, ultimately, must enter the sea.
Once a tsunami arrives, these mundane rivers will be submerged in an instant.
