Everywhere was a chaotic world of blackish-gray mist.
Pangu's long black hair danced in the wind, and his whole body exuded a majestic, profound, and captivating aura. His might seemed as if the entire world could no longer contain him.
On his bare upper body, golden runes of the Great Strength Dao flowed across his exposed bronze skin. His lower body looked like he was wearing a kilt—in truth, it was just wrapped in a cloth of unknown material, featuring a deeply rugged and wild style.
The terrifying life force field that radiated at every moment made the surrounding Chaos Fiendgods feel as though a huge boulder were pressed against their chests. With every breath they exhaled, the pressure on their chests sank another fraction, leaving them suffocated and uncomfortable.
*#@￥%...* Pangu gazed earnestly at Wang Ming, speaking to him once more in a rare occurrence.
Regrettably,
Wang Ming still did not respond to Pangu's words. Given their relationship at this moment, whether he replied or not was predestined.
This was a struggle of the Great Dao, with no right or wrong.
Even if it were Wang Ming in his place, he would have made the exact same choice.
Since neither answering nor remaining silent could change the ending, why should Wang Ming bother speaking more?
One had to know that among the Chaos Fiendgods present, many could survive until after the creation of heaven and earth. The more information leaked now, the more disadvantageous it would be for one's own future.
Pangu shook his head, wasting no further breath. He struck out once again, stepping upon the 36th Grade Chaos Azure Lotus as he streaked rapidly through the void. His speed was extremely fast. Lifting the Axe of Creation in his hand, he brought it down in a single