"Phew!"
Su Yu let out a breath and retreated back into the defensive zone.
Across from him, the myriad races' powerhouses all heaved great sighs of relief as well.
Tired!
Battle—the fiercest of battles. Such fighting consumed one's essence, energy, and spirit more than anything else. They still had vital energy left, and the power of their Great Daos remained, but the unceasing bitter struggle, where life and death were decided at every turn, had left everyone utterly exhausted.
"Madman!"
At that moment, even the battle-hungry Demon Emperor cursed under his breath.
Su Yu. Today, everyone had thoroughly remembered that name. They would never forget it for the rest of their lives.
The Divine Emperor was breathing hard as well, his expression solemn. "Is he always like this, or does he have some scheme? After so many brutal battles today, both sides have suffered considerable losses. What good does this do him if it continues?"
He still could not understand it!
In a battle where both sides were battered and broken, what did it matter even if they were absorbed into Su Yu's world?
When they had just entered it, they would not possess much combat strength. Those severely wounded fellows needed to recover.
And recovery required time.
They had all told Su Yu that the three gates were about to open and countless powerhouses would emerge, yet he still fought like this. Was he sick in the head?
Beside him, the myriad races' powerhouses looked helpless. Someone kept gasping as he said, "This madman... His subordinates must be mad too, right? At this rate, they'll all fucking fight themselves to death!"
The myriad races still held a slight upper hand.
At that moment, the Immortal Emperor sent a voice transmission. "Target Su Yu and catch them all in