The Birth of the True God Realm

"Tap—"

"Tap—"

Tang Hao kept drumming his fingers on the armrest, his expression not looking good at all.

He and the Abyssal Sage King clearly could no longer beat that guy.

Even if neither of them would admit it, not even if they died.

But both of them knew it in their hearts. Only by joining forces could they barely contend with him.

Alone, there was absolutely no chance of victory. Death would already count as a good outcome.

Yet that guy simply refused to release his suppression over them.

He refused to allow stronger experts to be born within either of their planes.

Even if people at their level, who had reached the standard of a First-Class God, did not need any beings of the true God Rank, having them was still better than not having them.

After a great battle, both sides were bound to be wounded, bound to be exhausted.

That would be the moment for those people to strike.

But now, what were some people who had not even reached the divine realm supposed to do if they went?

Go to their deaths?

Back then, when Gu Chen had been in terrible condition, he had still faced him and two other God Officials without any pressure, placing ninety percent of his focus on him.

Yet he had still done it.

Killed one and crippled another.

He had even made Tang Hao feel afraid.

Now that his injuries had probably almost recovered, that peerless fiend would undoubtedly be even stronger.

But the Abyssal Sage King simply refused to lift the suppression.

The abyss had so many Abyssal Emperors. If the suppression were gone, every one of them could break through to true-god level, and the Douluo Continent also had plenty of factions with deep foundations.

It could