The grand formation collapsed, the Han King was restrained, and immortal gods descended!
The terrifying pressure generated by the descent of so many immortal gods alone was enough to awe the entire city into silence.
Other than the various formations continuing unchanged, the chaotic and brutal battlefield abruptly fell silent. The frenzied fighting gradually subsided, and both sides stopped one after another, perhaps intimidated by the reversal of the situation, perhaps by the might of the immortal gods. Even the Great Huan camp ceased their movements, yet no one approached, because a clash of this level was no longer something they could take part in. Joining in would only add to the casualties!
The appearance of so many descended immortal gods was enough to shock the world; it could be called unprecedented under heaven. Never before had so many descended immortal gods gathered in one place—at least, never openly.
"Ha ha... Huan Emperor, oh Huan Emperor! So what if your move was one step higher than mine? If I perish, you will be buried with me! You will never be able to do anything to me. I will become your eternal nightmare..."
Liu Bang's mind was as cunning as a ghost. Amid his wild joy and astonishment, he instantly reacted, then burst into smug, frenzied laughter, sounding somewhat hysterical, like a broken jar that no longer feared being smashed.
Even Liu Bang had never expected that the matter of his life and death would draw out so many descended immortal gods.
One could imagine that, even ordinarily, Liu Bang's every action was under the watch of numerous immortal gods. He simply had never known it!
What could be done? Who told him he was a Child of Fortune?!
This was what it meant to be a Child of Fortune—unyielding through