Primordial: God-Tier Choice from Chaos

"Are we really going to fall here?"

"How dare you!"

At the critical moment, Zhou Jun let out a cold snort. With a flick of his wrist, an invisible ripple emanated from him, nullifying the demon god's attack into nothingness.

"Who goes there?!"

Everyone turned in astonishment, only to find that the Secret Realm, which had been rife with strange phenomena moments ago, had now fallen completely silent. At the tightly shut entrance of the Secret Realm, a figure stood tall.

"Boss! You've come out of seclusion!"

The Formation Demon God and the others cried out in ecstatic excitement.

"You've worked hard. Leave the rest to me."

Zhou Jun teleported to their side, patted each of them on the shoulder, and casually cast a Spring Return Technique to heal their wounds, shielding them behind him.

"Damn it, there's actually a Chaos Realm powerhouse here!"

"Looks like this powerhouse might be the boss of those guys?"

"He just came out of the Secret Realm—could it be that he got the treasure?"

The eight besieging demon gods exchanged glances and murmured among themselves.

"So what if he's Chaos Realm? We're all at Heavenly Dao Great Perfection, Half-step Chaos Realm. Working together, even a Chaos Realm cultivator is no match for us! Besides, judging by his aura, he's just broken through—his realm isn't stable yet. The outcome is still up for grabs!"

The Horse-faced Demon God, who had launched the earlier attack, wore a look of utter disdain, not taking Zhou Jun seriously at all. Clearly, he was brimming with confidence in his own strength.

"That's right! And the moment he came out, the Secret Realm's phenomena vanished. That treasure must be in his hands! He probably hasn't had time to refine it yet. If we don't snatch it now, once he does, it'll be too late!"

A demon god with a shape resembling a camel spoke with murderous intent.

"Enough, cut the crap. Let's move now!"

The Silkworm Demon God bellowed impatiently and struck first.

Hot-tempered and lacking patience, he went straight for his signature move.

"Endless Silk Thread!"

The Silkworm Demon God spat from his mouth, and a web of silk, thick with corrosive power, shot toward Zhou Jun, seemingly intent on binding him.

"Everyone, attack!"

Seeing the Silkworm Demon God make the first move, the other demon gods swiftly joined in. In an instant, a barrage of terrifying attacks, like a flood or an earthquake, came crashing down on Zhou Jun from all directions, as if to annihilate heaven and earth.

The eight demon gods struck from eight different directions, trapping Zhou Jun and his group in a siege. The dreadful power, laden with killing intent, made even the surrounding chaos tremble in unease!

The Formation Demon God and the others felt the force within those terrifying attacks and were scared half to death, one after another.

Every single attack could rival a strike from a Chaos Realm powerhouse, and now eight were coming at once...

How could they possibly withstand that?!

In an instant, they wailed and wept in despair.

"It's over, it's over! We're really dead this time!"

"Can't fight it, no way we can fight it!"

"What do we do now?!"

The group howled, convinced they were doomed.

Watching them cry and carry on with their doom-and-gloom antics, Zhou Jun couldn't help but twitch the corner of his mouth.

Damn it, I haven't even made a move yet, and you're already this pessimistic about me?

Eight measly Heavenly Dao Great Perfection cultivators—before my seclusion, I toyed with them like a game. Now that I've broken through, killing them is like slaughtering chickens!

"Shut up!"

Zhou Jun gave each of his underlings a sharp rap on the head, then turned around, casting a cold glance at the eight demon gods surrounding them.

The next moment.

The space around Zhou Jun and his group suddenly rippled, and a thin, shimmering membrane appeared.

The eight demon gods' attacks landed on the membrane simultaneously, vanishing without a trace of disturbance.

"What the hell?!"

The eight demon gods' eyes bulged in shock, their faces filled with utter disbelief.

Each of them was a powerhouse just a hair's breadth from the Chaos Realm. Their signature moves were no weaker than a Chaos Realm cultivator's strike!

Eight attacks combined—even a Chaos Realm powerhouse would have to come out battered and bruised trying to handle them. How could they be so effortlessly erased?!