"Mo Zha was suppressed by someone at the same realm?"
"No, it wasn't suppression—it was a crushing blow!"
The Six Kings, apart from Mo Zha, were not far away. At this moment, each of them cried out in shock.
Then, Mo Zha's plea for help as a "King" rang in their ears.
The Six Kings all stared wide-eyed, disbelief flashing through their eyes.
In the past, kings did not meet kings. Every being who had earned the title of "King" had been an unrivaled powerhouse in their own region, peerless in both potential and combat strength.
Though they might not necessarily have been the absolute strongest beings, their combat strength and all other aspects had reached the ceiling of their respective levels.
They had never expected that after awakening in this later age, Mo Zha—one of the Seven Kings who had once stepped into the peak of the Immortal Emperor realm—would be defeated so swiftly.
The battle had only just begun, yet he had already cast aside the dignity of a "King" and called for help.
The Six Kings wore complicated expressions, but the two supreme beings of the Dark Forest reacted swiftly.
Whoosh!
Pitch-black wings spread from behind both supreme beings. At first glance, they looked somewhat alike, but one of them possessed no fewer than three pairs of wings.
His identity needed no explanation: he was from the Dark Sky Fiend Clan.
At present, his power had been weakened to the early Death Realm, yet one could tell from his wings that he too had once been a supreme being.
The other "King" belonged to the Dark Blood Clan. The reason was simple: the instant his black wings unfurled, endless bloodlust gathered, and killing intent soared into the heavens.
Whoosh!
Whoosh!
Without the slightest delay, the two Kings