Reviving on the Spot

What did it mean for sixty-seven Progenitors to attack together?

Across the entire boundless Primordial Space, most peak existences had never witnessed such a scene. On a battlefield gathering so much peak combat power, boundless power surged forth. Unless one was a Lord or a Progenitor, one was not even qualified to watch from afar.

At this moment, more than forty Progenitors were attacking Zhou Zheng's two Main Battle Clones. On average, each clone was being besieged by over twenty Progenitors. Even though Zhou Zheng had been prepared, his expression still changed.

He truly could not withstand them!

However

"Don't help me!"

Zhou Zheng sent another voice transmission to the other Lords. Upon hearing this, Luo Feng, Yuan, and the others decisively suppressed their urge to lend a hand.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Terrifying might erupted in surging waves. One of Zhou Zheng's Main Battle Clones struck out with both hands, unleashing space-time filled with boundless power. Instantly, two Progenitors charging at him head-on were blasted back.

Yet almost at the same time, many other invisible forces swept toward Zhou Zheng.

Domains, corrosion, soul attacks, burning, bombardment...

Even though deep, unfathomable spatial voids appeared across Zhou Zheng's body surface to absorb every attack, he was still blasted away in the blink of an eye, even coughing up blood.

There was no helping it. There were simply too many terrifying attacks. No matter how skilled Zhou Zheng was or how adept he was at dispersing force, he could not endure them now.

One Main Battle Clone was in this state, and the other was not much better.

Zhou Zheng's situation could only be described as a crushing defeat.

Of course, all of this was perfectly normal. Zhou Zheng was not flustered in the slightest. While being frantically battered, he was also dividing