"Those who follow the Way have many allies; those who oppose it have few!"
"I am the Way!"
Meng Qi's voice boomed like a series of thunderclaps in the Netherworld Emperor's heart, shaking his Primordial Spirit and rocking his very soul. Within the range of his perception, the Earth Immortal Master Lu, who possessed a Legendary Trait, and the Human Immortal Su Wuming were attacking the Heart Sage Remains from both sides; the Yang Spirit True Immortal Yun He relied on the Primordial Unity Pure Qi Divine Talisman to lay down the Myriad Manifestations Immortal Formation, firmly trapping the badly wounded North Pole True Dragon; several Shaolin Temple monks joined forces to form a Lesser Womb Realm, activating their relics and Buddhist Treasures as they chanted compassionate scriptures that promised to deliver every soul from the underworld. Golden Swastika Symbols appeared one after another amid layers of Glazed Pure Light, flying toward the Innate Divine Corpse and surrounding it as they gradually delivered it.
There were so many experts—nearly half the strength of the world!
The Netherworld Emperor felt keenly what it meant for the world to totter in storm and rain, for the wheel of history to rumble onward and crush all who stood in its way, and for those who followed the Way to have many allies while those who opposed it had few!
At that moment, although the bodies manifested by the two sides were about the same size, the Netherworld Emperor felt utterly insignificant before Mad Saber. It was as if he were "the Way," as if he were "the wheel of history," rolling forward with countless allies and crushing all who refused to yield!
Their Auras intertwined. As the Netherworld Emperor's momentum faltered, Meng Qi sensed it at once. Following the pull of their Auras,