Dozens of Mythicals, over a hundred Emperor Venerables, and hundreds of God Kings were trapped within the Abyss barrier, like cornered beasts locked in a cage.
Fury burned in their eyes—not rage, but fear—the desperate wrath of those forced into an impasse.
Of course they knew Chu Tian was powerful.
But they would not sit still and wait for death, nor did they want to fight a bloody battle against a terrifying fellow like Chu Tian.
They hoped Chu Tian would leave them a path to live, hoped he would spare them by lifting the net on one side, hoped he would stop while he was ahead.
Chu Tian ignored their hysterical roars and glanced at Yuan Wuxing, who was on the verge of death, his divine soul collapsing, his Dao foundation crumbling, his body already unable to condense again.
Injuries like these were no different from being already dead.
Even if he could be saved, he would be completely crippled.
For a former super Emperor Venerable, living as a cripple might be worse than dying outright.
Silence lasted for a while.
Chu Tian's gaze fell on the three altars, on those Rule Fruits, Creation Origin Fruits, and Mythical Origin Fruits...
Then Chu Tian moved, and the five Dao Divine Dragons at his side let out heaven-shaking roars that rocked heaven and earth.
He took a step out from the peak.
This step did not tread toward anyone; it merely landed in the void.
But the instant this step fell, five Daos spread out beneath his feet at the same time—the Supreme Demon God Dao, heavy and imposing like the orthodox imperial way; the God-Slaying Dao, sharp as an ancient spear of ten thousand ages; the Five Elements Dao, with five colors flowing; the Yin-Yang Dao, with black and white