At this moment, Dao Ancestor Hongjun stood alone at one corner of the battlefield's center, facing Duolie, the Lord of Dimension from Qisha Time-Space.
Perhaps he wished to use this battle to prove his own Great Dao. Or perhaps he wanted to borrow the strength of this foreign powerhouse to temper his Dao heart and forge his rules.
Yet it had to be acknowledged that the fierce battle erupting across this Dimensional Plane Battlefield differed somewhat from the contests between Lords of Dimension in the past.
For instance, when Destruction Demon God Locke completely revealed the level-13 power level he possessed, Higher Dimensional Plane Lords such as Dark Nether Death God and Duolie, the Dimension Lord of Qisha Time-Space, had already lost any desire to fight to the bitter end.
This was only natural.
They had long since missed the best opportunity to strike. If they rashly launched a full assault now and fought without reason, they might exhaust vast amounts of Source Power from both sides and even cause large numbers of Transcendence Realm experts and above to fall. But they would be unable to inflict any substantive, grievous damage upon Destruction Demon God Locke himself.
If one strike failed, one had to decisively withdraw and temporarily retreat, then make long-term plans and seek another way to break the deadlock. This was the unspoken Survival Law shared by powerhouses who had roamed the Dimensional Battlefield for countless years.
Not to mention that Destruction Demon God Locke's entire attention was now firmly fixed upon Darkness Sword Ebony.
Better a dead fellow Daoist than a dead poor Daoist.
Moreover, World God Emperor Saine, who had suddenly descended upon this battlefield, along with Despair Matriarch and others, one of the Destruction Divine Kingdom's great powers, had quietly formed an encirclement around the