"Yang Qing, you have no chance left!" the Weird Ancestor roared.
In the void, the Weird Ancestor was utterly cold and indifferent. Weird Substance boiled around him—it was Primal Matter concentrated to the extreme.
All kinds of methods came one after another, striking toward Yang Qing without regard for the cost.
The other two Weird Ancestors did the same. To restrain Yang Qing, they attacked with all their strength. Weird Substance spread everywhere, and black mist surged into the heavens.
The three ancestors joined forces without holding anything back, even at the cost of their origin. Their power was terrifying beyond measure.
When their powers converged, all kinds of attacks swept forth like a torrent of worlds.
The indescribable force seemed capable of destroying everything. All things melted away, and even the River of Time came to a standstill.
Rather than being alarmed, Yang Qing rejoiced. The Sky-Supporting Sword in his hand erupted with world-shaking sword radiance, transforming into a gigantic sword that reached the heavens and severed the River of Time.
Facing the full-force assault of the Three Great Ancestors, he remained as he had before, adjusting himself to his peak state.
He used the terrifying pressure to force out his own potential, continuously excavating his latent talent and growing stronger amid the brutal battle.
From being at a disadvantage in the beginning to now being evenly matched, the pressure the Three Great Ancestors exerted on him had become increasingly faint.
How could that do?
Without enough pressure, he could not improve rapidly.
That was precisely why the Three Great Ancestors' all-out attacks were what he most wanted to see.
The earth-shattering battle had fully erupted. The Three Great Ancestors roared repeatedly as Weird Substance surged ceaselessly around them, blotting out the sky and stretching on without end.
Yet