The three thousand Primordial Chaos Demon Gods were on the move. Pangu knew this, but there was no way he could stop them from coming—their legs were their own. Besides, Pangu had no time to think about such matters. He still had his great undertaking to continue.
As for those Primordial Chaos Demon Gods, he would block soldiers with generals and dam water with earth. If that failed, he would kill them where they stood. Pangu had both the arrogance and the strength to make such bold claims. Who else would dare?
Yuan Tian certainly did not dare say such things. Even if he did, with his current strength, he could not accomplish it. Would that not be slapping his own face?
Pangu continued opening the heavens. After he swung the Pangu Axe forty-eight times, the three thousand Primordial Chaos Demon Gods had already gathered not far from him. Yet not one of them struck first. Few Primordial Chaos Demon Gods were fools, and Pangu's strength was plain for all to see.
Not a single Primordial Chaos Demon God was Pangu's match. They had a fairly clear understanding of that and acknowledged it. Moreover, after Pangu began opening the heavens, his comprehension of the Great Dao deepened further. His cultivation changed with every passing moment, growing ever more profound. The gap that had already existed between both sides widened even further, leaving the Primordial Chaos Demon Gods utterly depressed.
Finally, when Pangu delivered his forty-ninth strike, some Primordial Chaos Demon Gods could no longer hold back and prepared to attack. Pangu's cultivation had deepened once more. If this continued, there would be nothing left for them. They had not come here to cheer Pangu on, but to stop him from opening the heavens.
This would not do. They had to