The Might of Myriad Dragons, the Fall of the Demon Gods

As billions of dragon phantoms closed in, the innate suppression left behind by the ancient Dragon Clan descended heavily upon the Dao Foundations of every Demon God.

The instinctive dread born at the bloodline level coursed through their limbs like an icy current. The demon power within them stagnated, their demonic essence surged erratically through their meridians, and their divine abilities met obstruction at every turn. Their combat strength was immediately suppressed by a considerable degree.

This suppression was branded deep within their origins. It was an old scar left behind when Taihao had captured and sealed them within the atlas. After countless ages, upon sensing the dragon might of this treasure, their old wounds began to ache faintly once more.

Yet the ten Demon Gods had followed Taiyi through countless bloody battles. Their Dao Hearts had long been tempered by warfare and could not be broken so easily.

After the brief turmoil in their blood and qi, they all focused their minds and steadied their Dao Foundations. With a single thought, they stabilized their True Hearts, suppressed their dread of the spiritual treasure, and gradually calmed the chaotic flow of demon power within them. Their seas of Dao returned to tranquility.

After exchanging glances, the ten Demon Gods reached the same conclusion.

The Myriad Dragons Atlas was a supreme treasure capable of drastically determining the outcome of this battle. Now that it had fallen into Wen Zhong's hands, it had severed one of the Demon Court's greatest supports.

If they could kill Wen Zhong now and reclaim the Myriad Dragons Atlas, they could turn the battle around and remove a great threat for Taiyi.

Having made their decision, the ten Demon Gods hesitated no longer. They simultaneously activated the origins of their demonic Dao, transforming into ten mighty beams