The annihilated sky kept writhing, trying to restore its original azure hue, but the lingering Extreme Dao aura greatly hindered the process, leaving wounds that might nearly become eternal.
Streams of dazzling radiance flowed through the void. They were Extreme Dao Patterns, colorful and dreamlike, emitting palpitating fluctuations.
Within Jade Lake Holy Land, everyone craned their necks like statues, utterly motionless. The brief clash of Extreme Dao weapons kept replaying in their minds, impossible to forget.
"The Ancient Emperor Weapons have retreated. They dared not continue contending against the Great Emperor's artifact!" A Human Race Saint Lord was incomparably exhilarated. The Great Emperor had overwhelmed the Ancient Emperors!
"I nearly thought all of Jade Lake would collapse just now. A confrontation of the Extreme Dao was far too terrifying. Fortunately, the Conferred God List diverted the Emperor's power toward the Outer Starry Sky."
"Emperor Wushi must still be alive. Otherwise, who could control the Conferred God List to such an extent?"
"They deserved to be beaten! Even if both sides suffer, we cannot let the Ancient Clans win, cannot let them keep riding roughshod over the Human Race!"
"That's right! At worst, we'll sink Beidou. No one will get to keep living here. We'll perish together!"
More than ten Extreme Dao Weapons had clashed. Such might, such fluctuations, such a scene—it truly seemed as though the entire world would be destroyed. Recalling it now, both sides still felt lingering fear.
Yet beneath the Human Race's fright was boundless excitement, while the Primordial Creatures were left with nothing but terror.
The Ancient Clans had experienced the prosperous Primeval Era, but even they had never witnessed such a scene. More than ten Extreme Dao Weapons clashing was something that could only occur in those untraceable, unverifiable Divine Wars.
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