Hong Yun: Martial Uncle, your Nephew Disciple has a way in Chaos

"Freeze!"

No one paid any attention to Jieyin and Zhunti's miserable state. Everyone retreated in unison, breaking away from the battlefield for fear of being caught in the aftermath.

In any case, the two of them were Heavenly Dao Saints, imperishable through ten thousand tribulations.

At worst, most of their origins would be ground away, and they would simply have to spend more time slowly recovering.

Zhunti: You're so noble, you're so amazing!

The space shattered by the World-Destroying Great Mill was still expanding without end. Seeing that the vast expanse of Primordial Space showed signs of invading the entire Primordial Wilderness, Hongjun, Houtu, and Nuwa made their move.

"Seal!"

The powers of the Three Daos of Heaven, Earth, and Man crisscrossed in all directions, turning into chains of rules that joined forces to seal off the battlefield.

When the all-eroding Primordial Space met the combined force of the three Daos, it slowly came to a halt.

Only after a full half an hour did this stretch of space finally recover under the soothing of the omnipresent Great Dao Power.

But by now, the surroundings had become a field of nothingness.

Only Demon Ancestor Luohu remained, gripping half of the World-Destroying Great Mill, blood spilling from the corner of his mouth as he panted harshly.

His body looked slightly hunched, and his aura had weakened to the extreme, yet the unruly defiance in his bones still would not allow him to collapse in front of Hongjun.

His scarlet eyes were filled with a fierce light, as though he meant to perish together with them all.

"Come on, then. Let's see how many of you this old ancestor can drag down with me!"

Luohu stared straight at the saints, sending a chill involuntarily rising up their backs.

"Senior, please don't act