Meanwhile.
The eight powerhouses closed in once more like a pack of wolves. Their killing intent was chilling, like an icy tide that sought to completely drown the two stubborn figures in the middle.
The war below grew even more brutal.
Seeing this scene, the Borderless beings were all tense and apprehensive.
Borderless, Outer Heaven, Mortal World Hall.
Clouds and mist curled through the hall, and the aura of the mortal world permeated the air, as though it had cut off all the noise of the outside world.
Yet at this moment, the atmosphere inside the hall was so oppressive that it was difficult to breathe.
Upon the enormous light screen, Lu Pan and Yuan Thirteen fought a bloody battle. The sight of their shattered saintly bodies was displayed clearly before Lu Chen and Chen Shi.
Every splash of Golden Saint Blood and every explosion of mechanical parts was like the sharpest knife, viciously scraping against Lu Chen's heart.
He watched Lu Pan's nearly shattered Pangu True Body, and Yuan Thirteen's mechanical body, whose warning signals flashed without end.
He watched as they struggled under the eight powerhouses' storm-like assault, barely holding on as danger closed in from all sides...
Lu Chen's face was so pale that not a trace of color remained.
His tightly clenched fists trembled slightly, his knuckles whitened by the excessive force.
Inside his body, with the help of Liu Shen at great cost, Primordial Power was slowly repairing the grievous injuries that were nearly Dao Injuries.
But physical wounds could be healed. The anxiety and helplessness in his heart, however, burned through his organs like poisonous fire, causing him more agony than any injury ever could!
"Three years... Yuan Thirteen said they could hold on for three years at most..."
Lu Chen's voice was unbearably