Five people, one avatar.
Facing the countless armies of the myriad races.
Like mantises trying to stop a chariot, like moths flying into flames.
Yet not one of them retreated even half a step!
Their blood splattered across the cold, dark void.
Their roars and howls mingled with the battle cries and sinister laughter of the myriad races' experts.
All of it.
Every drop of splattered blood.
Every muffled groan of pain.
Every figure on the verge of collapse yet still clinging on with all their might...
Lu Chen saw it all.
Not with his eyes.
But with his heart, his spirit, and the perception that had become incomparably keen through extreme fusion, yet remained bound within his body!
Lu Chen's heart bled!
No, it was being subjected to lingchi! Being hacked apart by a thousand cuts!
"Ah—!!!"
His soul was howling and roaring!
Watching helplessly!
Watching the woman he loved and his closest friends fight for their lives in a sea of blood for his sake, grievously wounded and hovering on the brink of death!
Watching helplessly as his avatar's Dao Foundation was destroyed, on the verge of dissipating!
And him?
He could only sit here like a useless cripple!
Unable to move! Unable to help! Only able to watch!
This helplessness, this heart-rending anguish and fury.
It was like the most vicious flames, madly scorching his internal organs and devouring his reason!
"Power!!!"
"I need power!!!"
"Faster! A little faster! Fuse for me!!!"
Lu Chen's soul screamed frenziedly, nearly hysterical.
He desperately urged the "Extreme Dao Grinding Disc" within his body.
That supreme object he had obtained after enduring countless hardships, the one used to fuse the origins of the Three Thousand Demon Gods.
It emitted an overwhelmed "creak" as its rotation speed rose to the limit.
Chaos