In the Chaos Void, the destructive battle continued.
One Eon...
Ten Eons...
Several dozen Eons...
Time had long since lost all meaning here.
More than thirty Great Luo True Realm experts now had disordered auras and deathly pale faces.
The way they looked at Zhou Ming had changed from their initial greed and confidence into profound terror and bewilderment.
After fighting bitterly for dozens of Eons, they had exhausted every trump card they possessed. Several had even burned their Origin Essence without hesitation, yet not only had they failed to suppress their opponent, they had instead been beaten back by him alone.
Was this man truly being suppressed by the rules?
If this was him while weakened, just how terrifying would he be at his peak?
The same thought arose in everyone's mind.
"We can't keep fighting!"
Celestial Pivot True Lord sent a Divine Sense transmission to True Lord Tianhe.
"This man's strength far exceeds our imagination. If this continues, we may all perish here!"
"Retreat?"
True Lord Tianhe's expression turned incomparably ugly.
"We have already become mortal enemies. If we cannot suppress him today, once he fully recovers in the future, none of us will escape!"
How could Celestial Pivot True Lord not understand that?
But the problem was not whether they wanted to keep fighting. They simply could not defeat him!
"This man seems to possess endless power. His Dao is far too tyrannical—it simply defies all reason!" True Lord Luangu stared at his fist, which was covered in cracks, his heart still filled with lingering fear.
Before Zhou Ming's pure power, his physical body had been as fragile as papier-mâché.
"There is only one way left."
A ruthless glint flashed through True Lord Tianhe's eyes.
"Send word!"
"Tell every fellow Daoist we can contact about the situation