Two Realms Battlefield.
As the Overgod of Fate's figure vanished, the power of the Primordial World's Heavenly Dao rapidly faded as well.
At this moment, Battle Sage and Ancestor Yang Mei, who were suppressed by the Life Overgod, both noticed this scene, their pupils contracting sharply.
"The Realm of Gods' powerhouses are coming," Battle Sage said gravely.
"It's all because of you, you little monkey brat! This old Daoist has been done in by you this time. If they destroy the Primordial World, I'm afraid we won't be able to hold on for long either." Ancestor Yang Mei gritted his teeth in hatred toward Battle Sage.
Yet someone hated Battle Sage even more than he did: the gray-robed Realm Lord, who was likewise suppressed.
The gray-robed Realm Lord was still feeling aggrieved. Damn it, he had been imprisoned in the Seven Hells Tower for countless years. He had barely taken a few breaths of fresh air after getting out before being suppressed again. Who could be more unfortunate than him?
"Old fellow, cut the nonsense. Quickly resist the Life Overgod with all your strength and do your best to contain the Realm of Gods' Heavenly Dao power."
Battle Sage snorted. "As long as those four Overgods cannot act, it is still uncertain who will win and who will lose."
Ancestor Yang Mei shook his head. "Are you placing your hopes on that boy Xiao Yun? He may be very strong, but as you said before, the Realm of Gods has four Realm Lords. He alone will find it difficult to contend against them. Other than him, who in the Primordial World and the Nine Heavens Continent can stand against Realm Lords?"
Though he said so, Ancestor Yang Mei still resisted the Life Overgod with all his strength. After all, he