Enemies Arrive at the Door!

His heart sank, and cold sweat instantly crawled down his spine.

In the present situation, force their way through? Absolutely impossible!

The guests filling the hall were all Great Powers from across the Primordial Wilderness, titans of ancient clans—and Daoxing Tianzun, a direct disciple of a Saint, stood among them.

If he dared give the order to seize Li Tian by force, he would be personally stamping the iron brand of "brutal and immoral, wantonly slaughtering an envoy" onto his own forehead!

Wash it clean? It could never be washed away!

Not to mention, if he truly tried to detain every guest in the hall and let none leave?

Absurd!

Leaving aside those ancient clans that held sway over entire regions, just the one standing behind Daoxing Tianzun—Heavenly Lord Yuanshi—probably would not even need to lift the edge of his sleeve. One glance would condemn him to eternal damnation!

Even if he threw everything to the wind and gritted his teeth to press forward, which one of the people before him was easy to deal with?

If they joined forces and struck back, even if the Heavenly Court exhausted all its reserves, it might not withstand that thunderous blow!

This move was as perilous as licking blood from a blade's edge. One wrong step, and he would be doomed beyond redemption!

Without realizing it, Haotian had been driven step by step by Li Tian into a dead end.

The more he struggled, the deeper he sank; the more he pondered, the more hopeless it became.

Walls on all sides, no path beneath his feet—he could not find even the tiniest crack through which to turn the tables.

At this moment, a chill had quietly risen within him, bordering on despair.

It was not fear, but emptiness—his mind had gone blank,