Here, they had lived as if treading on thin ice, cautiously every single day, terrified that one careless mistake would provoke someone they could not afford to offend and lead to their deaths, bodies and souls destroyed.
They had never expected that even after living like this, they would still be hunted down to the last.
Since that was the case, they would endure no longer.
They could not endure it at all.
Since there was no way out alive no matter which path they took, then they would fight to the death.
At this moment, the great battle erupted in full.
Daluo Golden Immortals fought in the Void, while Primordial Unity Golden Immortals slaughtered one another within the canyon.
Both sides were locked in a complete stalemate, neither willing to give an inch.
This battle was a fight to the death. Advancing meant death; retreating also meant death.
Since death awaited them either way, they might as well die more thoroughly.
Before dying, they would take a few others with them.
At the highest level was the battle between Quasi-Saints.
In the middle were the battles of Daluo Golden Immortals.
Below were the battles of Primordial Unity Golden Immortals.
At this moment, both sides fought with utter ferocity.
Cultivators fell every moment.
The Primordial Unity Golden Immortal cultivators died in the greatest numbers, and the fastest.
In the universe, a Primordial Unity Golden Immortal might be a supreme powerhouse of a given universe, someone no one dared provoke.
But here, on the Origin Continent, Primordial Unity Golden Immortals were the lowest-tier cultivators, the sort who could not raise their heads at all.
They were merely cannon fodder among cannon fodder.
"Third Brother, damn it, I'll fight you to the death!"
"Charge! Even if I die, I'll drag a few