The backlash from that head-on clash had already penetrated deep into their organs. Even with a thousand years of Dao cultivation, they could not suppress the surging injuries.
"Big Brother, if we keep wearing ourselves down like this, we won't last much longer. We have to find a way out immediately!"
Shennong's arms trembled, his mana draining away as swiftly as sand through an hourglass. His voice was thick with anxiety.
"Damn it... If I'd known this would happen, I should've gone all out during that sneak attack. Even if it meant both sides suffering, I should've severely wounded him!"
Veins bulged on Xuanyuan's forehead, his teeth grinding audibly as regret gnawed at him.
Fuxi's expression was grave, his brows tightly furrowed.
In the end, he had underestimated the weight of a Heavenly Dao Saint.
He had thought that after so many years of Closed Door Meditation in Huoyun Cave, joining forces to lay down an array would be enough to contend with a Saint for a while.
Yet he had forgotten that beyond mountains lay greater mountains, and beyond heavens lay higher heavens—
That strike had been like a resounding slap across the face, jolting him thoroughly awake:
This so-called "resistance" was nothing more than the illusion of a frog at the bottom of a well gazing up at the stars.
But where was there any time for remorse now?
At this very moment, the Three Sovereigns and Five Emperors, along with the upper echelons of the Human Race, were all trapped on the razor's edge between life and death.
Take one step back, and the whole game would be lost. Once the barrier broke, everyone present today would be reduced to dust, and the bloodline of the Human Race would be severed forever!
He would never allow such