Statues of deities rapidly surged toward this place.
There were countless immortal mountains here, and each mountain held several deities. Those stone statues that had never awakened before transformed into living, breathing gods.
Their auras were overwhelming, enough to make one's scalp tingle.
The cultivators who had entered the Immortal Palace this time soon suffered grievous casualties. Even among the dozen or so who had returned to Chen Wang's side, people were killed one after another.
Chen Wang's expression was grim as well.
Relying solely on these cultivators to fight the gods awakening in the mountains was truly difficult.
Chen Wang repeatedly drew the Sun Shooting Divine Bow, and even his arms had begun to feel numb and sore.
At that moment, a deity broke through the defenses and charged before the group.
A Tribulation Crossing Cultivator was swiftly beheaded by the deity's massive axe. Blood splattered everywhere as his corpse fell away.
This deity's cultivation was exceptionally formidable; only a handful of people could match him.
Holding his great axe, its blade flashing with cold light, he cleaved another Tribulation Crossing Cultivator to death in the blink of an eye.
His cultivation was so tyrannical that it chilled everyone to the bone. They swiftly gathered around Chen Wang, hoping to use his powerful methods to draw the enemy's fire.
Wherever Chen Wang's divine arrows had flown earlier, they had always struck at crucial moments—either repelling powerful enemies or severely wounding them, allowing the others to fight without restraint.
Yet these people did not all share the same thoughts. The stronger Chen Wang appeared, the more wary they became of him.
If they somehow survived the attacks of these deities, they would next have to compete with someone like Chen Wang for magical treasures and the opportunities within. Just thinking