"Ha ha, take another blow from me!"
The Power of Destruction in Lord Jin's hand exploded wildly, stirring up the Innate Primal Chaos Lifeform Faction and making it difficult for them to unite again for the time being.
Having been suppressed by the Primordial Progenitors all this time, Lord Jin had long wanted to fight without restraint.
Although the Primordial Progenitors outnumbered them by half again as much, while the Lords only had one additional member, as long as they could withstand the enemy's combined attacks, the situation would be completely different.
It meant that Lord Jin and the others could break free from their passive position and take the initiative to attack.
Given the realm and power of the Cultivator Lords, not a single Primordial Progenitor dared underestimate them.
As the four Primordial Lords charged into the Primordial Progenitors' camp, the latter's combined attack immediately scattered apart. They no longer dared attack without restraint.
The seven Cultivator Lords were Immortal and Indestructible, able to fight without regard for consequences. But the Primordial Progenitors could not, especially now that they held such an enormous advantage. They were even less willing to sacrifice themselves so easily for their faction.
Otherwise, even if the Innate Primal Chaos Lifeform Faction won in the end, the deaths of its members would still cause problems for the entire race.
"How many Progenitors will die this time? You'd better think it over." A voice rippled like musical notes.
Lord Moman had transformed into undulations themselves, and even his every movement was difficult for many Primordial Progenitors to detect.
"Freeze!"
A distant voice rang out, and the undulations spanning an entire stretch of space-time were instantly suppressed.
The one who acted was a spherical Progenitor, the Initial Progenitor. Its body was a perfectly absolute sphere, an absolute