The battle between the two sides was not something Qin Fengming, Saintly Venerable Cantian, Holy Lord Yinluo, and the others could decide on their own. It required the combined planning of the top experts of the Three Realms.
At this moment, being able to force Zou Rui not to attack immediately was already an excellent outcome for Saintly Venerable Cantian, Holy Lord Yinluo, and the others. If a fight had truly broken out, no one knew what the result would have been.
The vast ocean-like sea of blood, carrying a terrifying aura, rapidly retreated and vanished from everyone's divine sense in the blink of an eye. Only then did the tense bodies of the hundred-plus Mahayana cultivators present relax.
Confronted with Zou Rui, no one dared let down their guard.
The terror of Zou Rui had long since become known to the Mahayana cultivators of the Three Realms. If they truly fought him, few people present would dare claim with certainty that they could survive.
For several hundred thousand years, Zou Rui had truly been like a towering peak pressing down on everyone's hearts.
Although Zou Rui had been slain in that battle back then, the mighty cultivators who had participated in it all had a feeling that Zou Rui, who bore the Sea of Blood technique, had not truly fallen. Though no one had said it outright, judging from everyone's expressions afterward, the Mahayana cultivators of the Three Realms had all formed their own suspicions.
Thus, the name "Zou Rui" had remained hidden in the hearts of the Mahayana cultivators of the Three Realms, surfacing from time to time to give everyone a fright.
And now, Zou Rui was no longer merely an existence imagined in their hearts. He had truly not fallen and had returned in a sweeping