The chill in the hearts of the immortal powerhouses within the Heavens instantly enveloped their entire bodies.
They could not feel the slightest trace of warmth.
People who had reached such a realm should not have felt cold or heat at all, yet at this moment, it truly felt as though they had fallen into an ice cavern. Even their Dao Hearts seemed covered in frost.
"Could it be that you, too, were born from our Myriad Realms? The God Clan will not spare a single person from the Myriad Realms, nor will they let you escape so easily! They will exterminate everything and seize all vitality!"
"Wherever they pass, living beings are overturned and myriad races are destroyed. Vitality and spiritual energy will all become nourishment for the God Clan, strengthening their own race."
"It is said that the God Clan has become the strongest race within the Heavens, even comparable to the Immortal Realm! They seek to occupy the Myriad Realms, using the myriad worlds as nourishment and the God Clan as their foundation, to create a world surpassing the Immortal Realm!"
"Only by joining forces can we survive. No one can be sacrificed in vain; we must become members of the army resisting the gods! As long as we live, we still have our uses!"
For the sake of survival, the many immortal powerhouses no longer cared about maintaining their bearing.
They merely wanted to survive. Before life and death, the so-called dignity of the strong was worth nothing.
One after another, they bowed and scraped, wearing fawning smiles. If outsiders, or the tribe members of their respective worlds, saw their lofty ancestors of old kneeling on the ground so shamelessly just to beg for a path to live, what would they think?
Fighting the God Clan