The reinforcements of the three clans seemed endless, pouring into the battlefield from every direction. Grand Unity Golden Immortals gradually became the protagonists of the battle. Those with lower cultivation had long since been reduced to ashes and fragments.
The clashes between divine abilities gradually slowed. They constantly consumed spiritual power, and no one could afford to keep supporting them, yet no one stopped.
The Killing Qi drifting above the battlefield had stripped them of their nature, making them forget who they were.
These people had no idea that the world had already begun to crumble beneath their fighting. At first, it had only happened bit by bit, but as the world's primordial energy was continually drained, the collapse at the edges began to spread rapidly. Perhaps before long, only this central region of the Primordial World would remain.
In the void, their kings faced off. Innate Spiritual Treasures radiated faint glimmers of light, as if poised to deliver a fatal blow.
Dragon Ancestor possessed a King's Aura, and paired with his imposing stature, he was overwhelmingly majestic. He held a crystal-clear spiritual treasure in his hand, dazzlingly bright. A great banner floated above his head, countless streams of Water Vapor swirling around him. His power was beyond compare, and the aura he exuded naturally was almost unbearable. It was the pressure of someone approaching Saint Level.
"We've been fighting all these years to make you submit. Will you fight, or surrender?" His face was utterly cold as he looked down on his opponents.
Kirin King was a sturdy figure as well, his body covered in a layer of green scales. His face was icy as he stared at Dragon Ancestor and gave a cold snort.
"Ridiculous. You think that breaking through makes you invincible? Just look at what's left