Cultivator Territory border!
"The Primordial Progenitors are almost here!"
Within the boundless Primal Chaos Void, the figures of the seven Lords suppressed the entire void like vast Source Worlds.
Yet at this moment, each of the seven Lords' auras carried an air of urgency and impatience.
"They're attacking again after recovering for less than a hundred epochs?"
"Are they courting death? Some of those Progenitors probably haven't even fully recovered from their injuries!"
"Since they want to die, I'll help them fulfill that wish!"
Having learned from several wars, the Innate Primal Chaos Lifeforms no longer emerged all at once. Instead, they rotated through battle, deploying only a little over seventy Primordial Progenitors at a time.
This ensured that the Primordial Progenitors could rotate out to recuperate in time. Then, relying on their overwhelming numbers, they would wear down the seven Lords and leave them unable to attend to anything else.
After all, the Innate Primal Chaos Lifeform Faction's true target had never been the seven Lords, but the entire Cultivator Territory.
The seven Lords were Immortal and Indestructible. Even if the Primordial Progenitors joined forces, they could not kill a Lord.
Thus, the Innate Primal Chaos Lifeform Faction had always sought to destroy the Source Worlds within the Cultivator Territory.
Naturally, the seven Lords would not let the Innate Primal Chaos Lifeforms have their way. Especially with Xing Mang present, they could block them in time every single time.
Generals fought generals, while the soldiers beneath them went to destroy the Source Worlds.
Entangled by the Primordial Progenitors, even though the Lords were powerful enough to spare a portion of their strength to deal with the other Primal Chaos Lifeforms, it was still futile against that vast army.
They could only watch as those high-grade Primal Chaos Lifeforms and