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Houtu's expression gradually darkened.

Because even after summoning Pangu True Body, the power they wielded was still just a little weaker than Modu's.

After all, they had formed the Twelve Heavens Divine Fiend Array with only eleven people, leaving it weaker than expected.

At the start of the battle, such a tiny difference wouldn't have caused much of a stir.

But once the fighting between the two sides reached a fever pitch, even the slightest gap in power could become the final straw at a critical moment.

"Minghe, what on earth are you doing?"

Houtu felt deeply vexed.

If Ancestor Minghe had become a Saint as planned, then the Pangu True Body summoned by the twelve of them would have been no weaker than Modu's in any respect.

In that case, they would have been more than capable of holding out until Lin Chuan and Zhan Tianqiong's battle was decided.

By now, all the Chaos Demonic Gods on the main battlefield had surrendered.

Those who hadn't were already nothing but a layer of dust on the battlefield, with no chance of ever returning to the Chaos Universe.

Under these circumstances, nearly everyone on the main battlefield had become idle.

But Wen Zhong, commander of the entire Primordial Great World's forces in this battle, was far from at ease.

To put it nicely, theirs was the main battlefield. To put it bluntly, it was practically irrelevant.

If anything went wrong in the battle between Lin Chuan and Zhan Tianqiong, or between the eleven Saints and Modu, it would be a tremendous disaster for them.

That was because high-level immortals who weren't determined to die had no reason to fear their battle formations.

They could kill a few people, then slip away as soon as they felt they couldn't hold out any