Rumble!!
The many gods roared in unison, and the sound waves they unleashed shattered mountains and rivers across tens of thousands of miles, scattering the endless clouds.
Zhong Yue, speeding through the air, could not help but have his ears ring as his speed surged once more!
Yet strangely, those gods did not truly attack. They merely followed behind Zhong Yue at an unhurried pace, occasionally striking the earth or uprooting mountaintops and hurling them away.
These gods are not targeting me...
As he raced onward, Zhong Yue suddenly understood the purpose of these old gods: their target should be Senior Brother Fu Shang!
With so many gods joining forces in one strike, while Xin Huo was asleep, he would certainly not escape unscathed.
Yet these old gods had not truly attacked. Their objective was therefore obvious.
However, although Zhong Yue had realized this, he had no way to break the deadlock.
The disparity in absolute strength was simply too great. Zhong Yue had no way to evade the old gods' pursuit.
Change his form and slip away with ease?
Under the watch of at least ten old gods, that was absolutely impossible.
What should he do?
Even as he raced along, thoughts churned constantly through Zhong Yue's mind.
"Do not press him too hard, and do not truly attack."
"Drive him into a desperate situation and lure Fu Shang here."
"Stay alert. Beware of a sword flying in from beyond the heavens."
The many old gods followed slowly behind Zhong Yue, while their minds remained tightly wound.
Even though Feng Wuji's pressure and Fu Shang's status as a potential great enemy had forced their hand, no one was unafraid of the sword that had once slain the Xiaomang Old Ancestor.
They were even more nervous than Zhong Yue. Naturally,