The Immortal Kings of the High-Level Heavenly Vault retreated to one side and faced the Immortal Kings of the Imperial Alliance. Their expressions were all grave.
Gu Hanfei, Xiang Zimo, Shu Ziheng, and Dongfang Fengyun had died—no, died horribly. The Sima brothers were missing, and Nalan Qingqing had stood by and done nothing. Was there any point in continuing to fight?
It wasn't that they lacked confidence. Hua Ziyang and Jing Xing's strength was plain to see. As long as those two were there, the Imperial Alliance couldn't lose.
"Ancient Ancestor!"
A young Immortal King looked up and shouted, calling for the Sea Race Progenitor, the Ghost Phoenix Race Ancient Ancestor, and the others.
One after another, more people spoke up, hoping the Ancient Ancestors would put an end to the battle. Otherwise, their fates would surely be uncertain.
Led by Hua Ziyang and Jing Xing, the Imperial Alliance's Immortal Kings formed an arc and pressed toward the High-Level Heavenly Vault's side.
Many of the Imperial Alliance's Immortal Kings had bloodshot eyes, their fury mingling with their killing intent.
Quite a few of them had come seeking revenge.
In the last battle, all sixty thousand Immortal Kings of the Imperial Alliance had perished. Among them were their beloved friends and family. They had watched their loved ones die with their own eyes, grief-stricken and helpless, and in the end had chosen to enter the battlefield and fight to the death.
Either avenge them or die alongside them!
With that conviction, they fought as if they didn't care whether they lived or died.
Had the Kaoshan Sect's side not eased the pressure so greatly, many of them would even have considered self-destruction.
In short, even in death, they had to take cultivators from the High-Level Heavenly Vault with them!
They couldn't