"Huh?"
Outside the Valley of Buried Dao, Wang Xian stared at the rippling Immortal Emperor Restriction and let out a surprised sound.
"What is it?"
Xuan Yue asked curiously.
"There's something wrong with this Immortal Emperor Restriction!"
"Something wrong? What's wrong with it? Why can't I see anything?"
Upon hearing that, Xuan Yue turned her gaze to the pitch-black Immortal Emperor Restriction. She could not see anything wrong with it at all!
Wang Xian explained, "Although Supremes possess formidable combat power, they have only touched upon the threshold of a Quasi-Immortal Emperor. Some Supremes from Top Tier Races can rely on their cultivation techniques and secret arts to reach the combat power of a Quasi-Immortal Emperor. But even Quasi-Immortal Emperor-level combat power—even if several such powers erupted together—could not possibly cause the Immortal Emperor Restriction to stir in the slightest."
"I understand." Xuan Yue suddenly realized. "The power unleashed by eight Supremes made the Immortal Emperor Restriction ripple. There must definitely be something wrong with it!"
"Exactly!" Wang Xian nodded, then pointed a finger. A beam brimming with holy aura shot forth and entered the pitch-black Immortal Emperor Restriction.
"What did you do?"
"Although the Immortal Emperor Restriction has a problem, it is still not something eight Supremes can withstand. Especially Xiong Jun, Xiong Shan, and Xiong Feng—they lack top-tier cultivation techniques, divine abilities, and secret arts. So I limited the power of the Immortal Emperor Restriction somewhat."
The Immortal Emperor Restriction was, after all, an Immortal Emperor's method. Even if it was incomplete, it remained irresistible to Supremes. Once the Hell Race Supremes mobilized the Immortal Emperor Restriction, they could suppress the eight Supremes in an instant.
Wang Xian was greatly looking forward to the battle between the eight Supremes, the Hell Race Supremes, and dozens of Hell Race