Beyond the Myriad Worlds, at the end of the River of Time, divine light blazed as terrifying power surged in every direction.
The world-shaking battle continued, even more brutal than before.
A figure stood between heaven and earth, covered in blood and crisscrossed with wounds of the Great Dao. It was Yang Qing.
Before him stood three unimaginable beings, all attacking without holding anything back.
Every strike they unleashed was enough to shake the River of Time and annihilate all tangible and intangible matter.
These three unimaginable figures were the Three Great Ancestors besieging Yang Qing.
At that moment, wounds had also appeared across the Three Great Ancestors' bodies, blood flowing continuously from them.
Behind the Three Great Ancestors, mysterious matter drifted endlessly from the ancient coffin, transforming into a peculiar mist.
That mist continuously poured into the Weird Ancestors' bodies, constantly supplying them with power and healing their wounds.
The slaughter continued. From the situation alone, it was not difficult to see that the Three Great Ancestors still held a clear advantage.
Yet despite that, there was not the slightest joy on the Three Great Ancestors' faces. Their expressions were grim, their eyes filled with disbelief.
"So this is the combined strength of three ancestors? It doesn't seem like much!" Yang Qing said with a smile.
During the brutal battle, he had indeed suffered severe injuries and had repeatedly come close to death.
But precisely such circumstances had significantly improved his cultivation, and his strength was advancing at a rapid pace.
By now, although he was still being suppressed by the Three Great Ancestors, he was no longer as miserable as before.
As long as the battle continued like this, he believed he would eventually catch up to the Three Great Ancestors.
Even as he spoke, he showed no