Above the Sea of Realms, phantom figures of gods and demons stood tall, like divine spirits who had stepped out of ancient myths—majestic and mysterious.
Each phantom god or demon seemed to transcend all worlds and realms, like giants standing atop the myriad worlds and looking down upon all living things.
They seemed to stand at the pinnacle of countless Grand Daos, their auras so vast that they spread like surging tides, making the entire Sea of Realms tremble.
Those auras seemed capable of piercing endless time and space, suppressing all evil and darkness, filling one with an irresistible sense of oppression.
These figures seemed to be surrounding one person.
Yet no one dared step forward to fight Jiang Yun. They remained locked in a standoff.
The tense atmosphere was like a taut bowstring, ready to snap at any moment.
Jiang Yun's previous achievements had been too brilliant. Surrounded by so many Immortal Kings, he had first blown apart a Peak Immortal King, then another of the strongest Immortal King Giants. It was enough to make anyone shudder.
How could they continue fighting?
Who could guarantee that they would not be the next to be suppressed?
Every Immortal King was filled with fear and unease. If they were suppressed, it would be as though they could already see their fates being ruthlessly toyed with in Jiang Yun's hands.
Several more Immortal King Giants had now joined Xuanhuang Immortal King's side.
Their figures were like towering mountains, emanating powerful auras as they stood ready to face Jiang Yun.
If five giants were not enough, then ten. If ten were not enough, then fifteen. If fifteen were not enough, then twenty. They had no shortage of Immortal Kings.
They intended to use their numerical advantage against Jiang Yun's strength.
Yet even alone,