And at that very moment.
The Three Thousand Chaos Demon Gods moved!
They roared!
The deafening shrieks tore through primordial silence, every sound wave seeming capable of reducing the stars to fine powder!
They performed!
Before the creation of the world, when the Three Thousand Great Daos collided, fused, and fought, an ancient tapestry unfolded itself vividly before the eyes of all living beings in the myriad worlds!
The Great Dao thundered.
The rules wailed.
Mere phantom projections manifested.
Mere auras permeated.
The entire Zone A War Zone, this vast stellar battlefield that had originally rung with the sounds of slaughter and flowed with rivers of blood—
fell completely dead silent!
Everyone currently engaged in mortal combat, regardless of whether you belonged to the Divine Race or the Devil Race, the Human Race or the Demon Race, whether you were a saint or an ant—
all stopped fighting!
Standing frozen in place!
"Th-That... What is that..."
A Divine Race general let the holy sword in his hand drop to the ground with a clatter.
He remained utterly oblivious.
He merely stared with wide eyes at the three thousand towering, terrifying demonic shadows deep within the starry sky.
His legs shook.
No, his entire soul was trembling!
Below the Saint Realm?
They lacked even the qualification to remain standing!
Thump! Thump! Thump!
Countless warriors across the battlefield—whether seasoned veterans of a hundred battles or ferocious, brutal war behemoths—instantly and instinctively prostrated themselves on the ground.
They could not even lift their heads!
Their souls felt as though they were being tightly gripped by an invisible giant hand.
Even their thoughts froze.
Their minds left with nothing but blankness.
No, not blankness—
it was terror!
An instinctive terror toward a supreme existence, originating from the deepest depths of life!
Even those