Above the nine heavens, Lin Changqing tore through endless spacetime as he arrived, hearing the cold snort of a Dao Lord expert from the White Bone Divine Spirit Race.
He immediately gave a light laugh. "I may have only just entered the Dao Lord realm, but killing three pieces of trash like you is more than enough."
As he spoke, Lin Changqing suddenly acted, without the slightest hesitation.
He knew perfectly well that this battle was, in truth, a battle between himself and the three Dao Lord experts before him. If he could slay these three Dao Lords, the war would soon come to an end.
Otherwise, it would become a stalemate.
Yes, a stalemate—not a rout.
Every universe possessed methods capable of dealing with Dao Lords.
What was more, the Primordial Ancient Universe was no weak place. It had once produced Dao Ancestor-level experts. Although those Dao Ancestors, and even the Dao Lords, had now entered the Gate of Origin, many methods had been passed down.
This was true accumulated heritage.
Relying on that heritage, the Primordial Ancient Universe had hope of resisting the three Dao Lords of the White Bone Divine Spirit Race.
However, even if they exhausted all their heritage and managed to hold back the three Dao Lords—
Even if they could force the war into a stalemate, the entire Primordial Ancient Universe would likely be reduced to a living hell.
After all, it was not only the White Bone Divine Spirit Race acting this time. There were also the Great Ruin Beasts, the Yan Tian Universe, and many other forces from other universes.
Not one of those forces was easy to deal with. Even if the Primordial Ancient Universe barely held them off, it could at most preserve the core elites of its many races.