The surviving warriors of the Chaos God Clan watched the Qingtian Divine Realm shatter, watched the White Thunder Sea still churning, watched the dark golden figure within it.
Their commander was dead.
Shen Ming, bearer of five Mythical Great Daos and one of the Chaos God Clan's highest commanders on the Starry Sky Ancient Road, had had his head smashed apart and his divine soul crushed by the fists of a peak Emperor Venerable.
The instant Shen Ming fell, their fighting spirit collapsed completely.
A Chaos God Clan expert at the Mythical Mid Stage was the first to turn around. He was not retreating—he was fleeing.
His body transformed into a streak of golden light and fled toward the depths of the starry sky, not daring to look back.
Behind him, thousands of Chaos God Clan God Kings and Emperor Venerables scattered in rout. Their formation had completely fallen apart. Everyone was running. No one looked back, no one organized any resistance, and no one even cared about the clansmen still trapped at the edge of the tribulation sea.
But they could not escape.
Chu Tian's gaze shifted away from Shen Ming's fading divine soul and swept over the fleeing remnants of the Chaos God Clan, then over the armies of the other four clans still watching from farther away.
Golden blood still hung from the corner of his mouth. His body was still covered in scorch marks and cracks. His Great Thousand World was still reconstructing itself.
Yet he did not pursue those who were fleeing.
He raised his head.
The White Thunder Sea above him showed no sign of weakening after Shen Ming's death—the nine levels of the Epoch Ancient Pagoda were still all lit, the edge of the Immortal-Slaughtering Sword still trembled, the blade light of the