Rumble!
The sound rolled through the chaos like an army on the march.
In the distance, twelve Great Thousand Worlds came spinning toward them, strung in a line by an enormous spear through their center.
The spear served as an axis, keeping the twelve worlds on course as they revolved around it.
This was no invasion like before, when Saint Wuji had led his subordinates here. This time, it looked like an army prepared to fight to the death.
The twelve worlds made no attempt to hide their approach to Hong Huang. They had come ready to succeed or perish.
Each of the twelve Great Thousand Worlds could temporarily halt its internal workings without concern, freeing up as much power as possible for Saint Wuji's puppet and the twelve other puppet saints.
Hong Huang could not. Ninety percent of its Origin Energy still sustained the Three Realms and three thousand subsidiary worlds, while the remaining ten percent empowered its living beings.
The twelve worlds were willing to stake everything on this. They could burn the boats and disregard what happened within them; Hong Huang could not.
Linked on a single axis, the twelve worlds approached without the slightest attempt at concealment.
Wherever they passed, their rotation whipped up a storm powerful enough to destroy heaven and earth.
The twelve smaller worlds had finally made their move.
As if guided by the Great Dao, they knew no powerful defender remained to stop them. The twelve Great Thousand Worlds bore down on Hong Huang with crushing force.
A killing chill filled the path before them!
Within Hong Huang, no one yet knew the danger was approaching.
Mara had attained the Wuji realm, and the nine Little Golds had broken free.
The Demon Race was swept up in the joy of reunion. Its