The Thunder Sea was dense and heavy, reaching straight into the heavens.
Chu Yunshang's despairing voice echoed out. "Are they really leaving not even the slightest path to survival?"
She collapsed limply to the ground, both hands bracing against the empty air, her knuckles white as her body shook violently.
Her gaze pierced through the barrier of the Netherworld Secret Realm and fell upon that roiling white ocean, upon the eighteen figures taking shape within it. Her voice was so hoarse it was nearly inaudible:
"Five Supreme Treasures weren't enough, and now they've summoned every heaven-piercing powerhouse since time immemorial?"
She was a peak Emperor Venerable Realm supreme powerhouse. Anywhere in the Myriad Worlds, she would have been someone who could swagger unhindered. Yet now, she felt like a speck of dust, so insignificant that she was not even worthy of lifting her head.
The Five Great Treasures combined with the boundless Thunder Sea had already forced Chu Tian to burn everything he had, driven him to the very brink as he struggled desperately to hold on.
Now, on top of that, there was the Lord of the Netherworld, along with many heaven-piercing beings whose names she could not even speak. The Eighteen Primordial Supremes—every figure radiated an aura that even the Creation Realm had to look up to, every one standing at the pinnacle of space and time.
Her little brother was only at the peak of the Emperor Venerable Realm, not even twenty years old. Why did he have to endure such a Heavenly Tribulation?
Against beings of this level, even one of them would likely have left Chu Tian barely able to fight. How was he supposed to battle eighteen?
Her fist smashed against the ground in the void. There was no sound, no tremor, but her