A day passed in the blink of an eye.
Yang Feng was covered in wounds, blood dripping in great sheets. His left eye and left hand had already been silvered, drops of silver blood falling from the sky, while the Xishen Armor on his body was riddled with damage.
Silver Emperor was likewise covered in countless wounds, drops of Emperor Blood falling as his aura weakened considerably.
At the center of the battlefield, Yang Feng had been completely suppressed by Silver Emperor and could only barely withstand his attacks.
"It ends here!!"
"Heavenly Saint ultimately cannot stop Silver Emperor!!"
"Now, we can only hope that those slumbering Emperors awaken!"
"..."
The Saints and Great Saints observing through various spells all had worry flash through their eyes.
Silver Emperor was an invincible Emperor. Only if Saint Spirit Warlocks and Great Saints burned everything with the resolve to sacrifice their lives and attacked him would they possibly be able to injure him.
Those Saints and Great Saints were the Guardian Gods of their respective races. Their lives and deaths concerned the rise, fall, survival, and extinction of an entire race. Naturally, they could not lightly attack Silver Emperor.
Silver Emperor gave a savage smile and sent Yang Feng flying with a single slash. "Yang Feng, you are very strong! Unfortunately, you are ultimately not an Emperor! Today, the one who dies will be you!!"
"No, Silver Emperor. The one who dies will be you!"
A massive amount of silver blood suddenly sprayed from Yang Feng's body as he laughed heartily.
The twelve Overlord Saints that had been silently watching from the side suddenly moved, attacking Silver Emperor at a terrifying speed that surpassed light.
At his peak, even the twelve Overlord Saints working together had not been Silver Emperor's match. Now that