On Yang Qing's battlefield, resplendent divine light erupted without end, and unimaginable power surged in every direction.
The earth-shattering battle continued, even fiercer than before, with blood constantly splashing through the air.
One figure was being forced back step by step, covered in blood and riddled with Dao wounds. It was Yang Qing.
Before him stood five inconceivable beings, all attacking without holding anything back.
Every strike was a peerless blow, severing the River of Time and annihilating all tangible and intangible matter.
They shattered the primal land of chaos; every attack was enough to shake the foundations of reality.
These five inconceivable figures were the five Great Ancestors joining forces to besiege Yang Qing.
Even as he continuously unleashed peerless sword strikes, Yang Qing could not withstand the terrifying methods of the five Great Ancestors and was forced to retreat without pause.
Yet although the five Great Ancestors held a firm advantage, not one of them showed the slightest joy.
Every one of them wore a grim expression, their eyes filled with disbelief.
What exactly was wrong with this man? the Ancestors wondered.
From the very beginning, when the five of them had joined forces to attack Yang Qing, he had already been at a disadvantage. That alone had been unbelievable.
However, even though Yang Qing had managed to block them, they had not paid it much mind.
In their view, Yang Qing had already fallen into a disadvantage. As long as they attacked without restraint, he was destined to be ground into nothingness.
They had completely suppressed Yang Qing. This man should have had no room left to fight back.
All they needed was some time to erase Yang Qing, this threat.
Yet what they had not expected was that Yang Qing could still hold on even when