Three figures sped toward the Origin Wall.
Donnie stared coldly at the wall, saying nothing for the moment.
The Spectre and the Phantom Stranger continued launching powerful attacks at him.
"Give up. Either you die, or you go up on the Origin Wall!" the Spectre said in a low voice.
The Phantom Stranger said, "Believe me, going up on the wall is more terrifying than death. Over three generations, countless gifted individuals confidently believed they could unravel the Origin Wall's secrets. In the end, they went up on the wall and lived lives worse than death. You do not want to become one of them."
The two were utterly fearless. Even this close to the Origin Wall, they did not care in the slightest.
They possessed the ability to pass through the Origin Wall—at least, the Spectre did.
As for the Phantom Stranger... his circumstances were rather complicated. It was still uncertain whether his reincarnated self—the current him—could pass through the wall.
The three of them fought fiercely before the Origin Wall.
Under the watchful eyes of countless ancient gods.
The ripples of battle alerted many ancient beings on the Origin Wall. They had become exceedingly sensitive; the slightest disturbance made them spend what little they had accumulated to investigate.
"Has Yuga Khan returned?"
"No, he has not. It is three pieces of trash..."
"More precisely, three and a half. Have you gone blind from being too weak?"
"While I was talking, the Origin Wall sucked away my eyes—ah, I am dying. I cannot hold on any longer."
The god who had spoken was drained dry on the spot and died.
The other awakened gods remained indifferent. This was far too common. There were always those with insufficient reserves, or those with enough reserves but who acted too recklessly, who