Spirit King Palace

The great war grew ever fiercer, drawing many factions to the scene.

"Who is this man? How could he be so valiant?"

The arriving beings were all shaken by the spectacular sight of Li Xuancang fighting five opponents alone.

"Ling Chuan is already one of the foremost experts in the Heavenly Human Realm. Even joined by four Late-Heavenly Human Realm cultivators, he still cannot suppress this man. It is truly inconceivable."

Ling Chuan was far too famous, and many beings recognized him.

Ling Chuan's strength was plain for all to see. Yet such a formidable Ling Chuan, joined by four Late-Heavenly Human Realm cultivators, could only barely contend with Li Xuancang. Everyone was aghast, as though they had witnessed something unimaginable.

"Are these natives of the fragmented world? Their combat power cannot be underestimated!"

"With such strength, they can gain a foothold in the Primordial Realm as well."

"They are all beings from fragments of the Primordial Realm. In the end, they share the same origin as the Primordial Realm."

"..."

More and more factions arrived, discussing the matter heatedly as they watched the battle.

Many factions had not participated in the division of the Origin Continent and did not care whether the Origin Continent's beings could establish themselves here.

Bang!

Li Xuancang sent Ling Chuan flying with a single punch. The terrifying force nearly blasted his body apart.

Ling Chuan steadied himself and looked over the battlefield, his heart immediately sinking.

The battlefield below had already collapsed. The God Emperor had begun exerting his strength as well, suppressing the Heavenly Human Realm battlefield. The scales of war had already tipped.

He and the four Late-Heavenly Human Realm cultivators were in constant peril beneath Li Xuancang's iron fists. They no longer had any chance of defeating Li Xuancang.

"Retreat."

Ling