"How is it? Are you two all right?"
True Lord Ningfeng turned his gaze toward Mystic Fire Dao Lord and Master of Doushuai Palace.
He panted, the aura around him utterly listless.
When facing the Evil Flame Holy Lord, the three of them had done nothing at all. Simply surviving had already been fortunate.
Yet after burning their power, their foundations had been affected.
"We're fine. No irreversible damage, at least."
The two shook their heads, relief welling up in their hearts.
The one blessing amid misfortune was that they had suffered no irreversible wounds. Otherwise, whether they could retain their peak Supreme cultivation would be uncertain.
"Thankfully, Thunder Punishment arrived quickly. Otherwise, we might truly have perished in this endless void."
Mystic Fire Dao Lord sighed.
All three had sustained injuries to some extent. Of course, the main issue was the weakened state brought about by forcibly interrupting the burning of their power.
"Once Mu Qing is done, we should leave quickly. Thunder Punishment and the Evil Flame Holy Lord will likely have a hard time determining a victor."
True Lord Ningfeng rubbed his brow. After this battle, these peak Supreme powerhouses had, for the first time in history, felt small and fragile.
Yet there was nothing they could do about it. They had sought to break through to the Supreme realm for who knew how many years, and perhaps they would remain at the peak Supreme level for the rest of their lives.
At this level, they were incomparably glorious in the outside world, but before Supremes and Holy Lords, they were simply not worth mentioning.
To deal with a Supreme-level powerhouse, it would likely take a full ten peak Supreme powerhouses to stand against one!
True Lord Ningfeng and the other two temporarily regulated their breathing. Just