"Uh-oh!"
The leader of the Chaos Demonic God army also looked utterly grim!
If it had only been Ancestor Minghe and his Asura army, he could have kept kiting them indefinitely, waiting until the battle was over and simply dragging Ancestor Minghe to his death!
But now, on the Four Great Continents, they had actually lost the head-on battle with their army of more than three million Chaos Demonic Gods!
This was an outcome he had never expected!
And it was precisely because they had lost the frontal battle that Wen Zhong was able to free up his hands and intervene in the battle in the Underworld!
This was the worst possible chain reaction!
Now, the entire army of more than a million Chaos Demonic Gods had been surrounded by the forces of the Primordial Great World!
They could no longer kite their opponents. They had no way out at all!
Ancestor Minghe's lips curled slightly!
"Heh. Wen Zhong, I owe you one this time!"
Wen Zhong nodded. "Ancestor Minghe, hurry up and act. If you still don't become a saint, those eleven saints probably won't be able to hold on much longer!"
"Fine!"
Ancestor Minghe's brow furrowed slightly.
He had been in the Underworld all this time, so he understood the eleven saints' predicament even better than Wen Zhong did!
On the other side of the Underworld.
The eleven saints were frantically channeling their power through the formation and its flags, gathering it around Houtu to help her maintain the Pangu True Body!
But Houtu's understanding of the Pangu True Body was nowhere near that of Pangu himself. Her combat skills and experience also fell far short of Modu's. As the Pangu True Body faced Modu, it began to retreat step by step, and seemed on the verge of