The Chaos battlefield boiled over once again.
Countless demon gods surged like a torrent of steel, their momentum swallowing mountains and rivers as they swept across all directions and charged toward Chaos Ancient City once more.
Behind these demon gods, several colossal dharma images that seemed to prop up heaven and earth stood towering in the chaos. Their gazes fixed on this side, supreme fluctuations billowed from them, surging through the chaos and sweeping across the entire chaotic expanse to press down on the forces of the Three Realms.
"Hmph!"
With a cold snort, several fluctuations no weaker than theirs rose as well, colliding with them and stirring up a great storm within the chaos.
Tongtian and the others had arrived.
This time, the assault was still launched by the Chaos Demon Gods' side.
Just as the saying went, the one who struck first gained the upper hand; striking first always made it easier to seize the initiative. Throughout this war, the Chaos Demon Gods' side had always held that initiative.
Moreover, whether it was the number of powerful beings below or the number of Primordial Realm existences, the Three Realms' side was at a disadvantage.
Thus, battles at the Primordial Realm level had only broken out once.
That time, Haotian had not yet arrived. Seven or eight demon gods who had stepped into the Primordial Realm had come killing over, intending to break through this defensive line in one fell swoop.
The Three Pure Ones, Nuwa, and the Two Sages of the West could only bring out every method they had. That battle was like the beginning of the splitting of heaven and earth itself; the chaos cracked apart, clear and turbid qi emerged, and earth, wind, water, and fire surged violently.
In the end, only by relying on