"It's over. We're finished this time."
"We actually fell into an ambush by these Abyss Demons. The Cosmic Light World was their trap? How could this be?"
"What do we do? The All-Heavens Demon God Grand Formation can even slaughter invincible Saints. Can we withstand it?"
"Forget the All-Heavens Demon God Grand Formation. Do you see those Abyss Demons? More than a hundred Abyss Kings comparable to invincible Saints have moved out together. That force alone is enough to grind us all to dust."
"This All-Heavens Demon God Grand Formation was likely not only meant to kill us, but also to prevent us from calling for help and bringing reinforcements. These Abyss Demons have calculated every move without a single omission."
"Damn it, just how long have they been plotting this? Have they been planning to ambush us one day ever since the Primordial Era?"
The faces of the many Saints were incomparably grave, their hearts sinking at once. At this moment, they had fallen into the greatest crisis of their lives.
Ever since becoming Saints, they had remained within the strongholds of their respective races and rarely experienced life-and-death battles. An encounter with nine chances of death and one chance of survival like this was their first.
To be honest, they were somewhat at a loss for what to do.
As for the conflicts and disputes between the major races, they were utterly insignificant before this life-and-death juncture. They had to unite as one if they were to have any chance of leaving this perilous situation alive.
Otherwise, they would all die here today, and every grievance would be wiped clean.
But in that instant, Samuel, master of the Dragon God Palace, made a brazen move. He took one step forward, and the void across hundreds of millions of