Under the Desolate Emperor's pressure, they gradually began to falter.
Looking back, when Jiang Yun first crossed that Sword Light imbued with supreme power, the three Dark Immortal Emperors had already been retreating step by step before the Desolate Emperor's might.
Even then, the Desolate Emperor had enough strength to spare to slay several Strange Dao Venerables in an instant with a startling flash of Sword Light. What he had shown was merely the tip of the iceberg, nowhere near his true reserves.
That effortless strength had long since left an indelible mark of awe on the hearts of the mighty throughout the Heavens and Myriad Realms.
Stars shifted, and tens of thousands of years hurried past.
To withstand the Desolate Emperor's terrifying assault, the three Immortal Emperors had no choice but to draw on their Origin Emperor Blood again and again, feeding their Sacrificial Talismans with their vital blood.
Dark-red Emperor Blood dripped from their fingertips. Every drop seemed to contain the power to split heaven and earth apart; the moment it appeared, the surrounding space twisted and crumpled as though kneaded by an invisible giant hand.
Within that Emperor Blood, miniature worlds seemed to lie sealed away, each coursing with an ancient, mysterious Dao resonance.
Yet even at such a cost, the light of their Sacrificial Talismans could not withstand the Desolate Emperor's assault. Once dazzling, it gradually dimmed until it was no brighter than ordinary light.
Each time they drew on their Emperor Blood, the three Immortal Emperors shook uncontrollably. Their faces grew paler, the light in their eyes faded, and exhaustion and despair became impossible to hide.
The Supreme Emperor Blood Jiang Yun had bestowed on the Bull Demon and Zhulong was precious beyond measure, containing the essence of a Quasi-Emperor's lifetime. But beside a true