The battle officially began.
In the sky, it was as though one deity after another had descended into the Lower Realm, stepping forth from the past.
On closer inspection, they turned out to be a group of old acquaintances: Esteemed Immortal Changzhen, Sacred Spirit Esteemed Immortal, Layered Mountain Esteemed Immortal, and Esteemed Immortal Jiumu Qing. There were also some top-tier powerhouses no one recognized, all radiating formidable auras.
Clearly, the prehistoric river of time was vast beyond measure. During this period, they had once again "dug up" a batch of geniuses.
"Impudent painter!"
Esteemed Immortal Changzhen wore Golden armor, a propitious golden crown on his head, and cloud-treading boots patterned with dragons beneath his feet. He still occupied the chief general's position at Seat One.
Behind him stood various top-tier powerhouses.
Sacred Spirit Esteemed Immortal was responsible for presiding over and opening a vast Sacred Spirit Circulation Array.
Layered Mountain Esteemed Immortal was responsible for the overlapping array patterns within it.
Jiumu Qing was responsible for the magical treasures serving as the various array cores.
"What a lineup."
The painter sighed softly, then clapped and laughed. His cold voice rang out. "Changzhen, why is it you again? You lost last time. Do you want to lose a second time?"
"Or is it that your prehistoric era truly has no one left to use?"
Hearing the painter's words, Esteemed Immortal Changzhen's expression remained neither joyful nor sorrowful. "Losing last time was not a failure of combat. It was caused by external forces."
He did not believe he had lost back then.
Even if he had lost, the one defeated last time had been another version of himself from a Parallel World, not the self standing here.
Moreover, Celestial Phenomenon Esteemed Immortal was absent this time.
The limits of both sides' top-tier