Even if their opponent had indeed once been very powerful.
That was ultimately a matter of the past.
Unlike them, who had stowed away, crossing reincarnation directly would only exact a greater price!
Thus, after the eight beings of light exchanged glances, their wills reached a brief consensus.
That was—kill!
They surmised that even the Black Demoness, after being worn away by reincarnation, had only forcibly climbed to this realm through the empowerment of external objects.
External power could never last. If they swarmed her together, even the Black Demoness might not be able to kill all of them.
As for returning to their own era, that was no different from sitting still and awaiting death.
In this great age, only by fighting, contending, and triumphing in battle could there be even a glimmer of dawn.
Boom!
The eight beings of light struck at once. At such a critical moment, none of them played tricks or deliberately held back by even half a beat.
Making petty moves at a time like this meant failing to see the situation clearly. People with such minds could never have reached their height.
Thus, the moment the eight beings of light moved, they were tyrannical and resolute, leaving themselves not the slightest path of retreat.
At that moment, it was as though eight meteors streaked across the night sky.
Their power was too condensed. It differed from the other battlefield, where the Dimensional Gate suppressed two visitors from other dimensions, while the Primordial Ancient God and the Blood Saint joined forces to suppress the Gray Beast, causing ripples across endless space and a vast stretch of time.
The eight beings of light had now gathered every shred of focus and all their power, instead heading toward another extreme.
They were nearly soundless.
Yet faced