The clash of the weird and order, the collision of darkness and light, swept over everything with the force of a gale scattering dead leaves.
Living beings struggled like ants amid the catastrophe, while the battle between Desolate Emperor and the three Immortal Emperors was merely the prelude to this world-ending tide.
The true crisis had yet to arrive.
"I'm dead!"
In the Land of the Source, a Dao Venerable's face was pale as paper, his voice thick with despair and bitterness.
He stared at the devastation left by the battle's aftershocks. A vast gash had been torn across the distant sky, stars were falling, the earth was collapsing, and whole swaths of ancient training grounds had been ground to dust.
Frantically, he calculated what would happen if he faced that aftershock himself, using his own Dao laws to simulate the encounter. The result nearly tore his courage from him.
Even someone like him, standing at the very peak of the Dao Venerable level, would have no chance of survival.
Immortal Emperor Meng Hai and Immortal Emperor Luo stood above the clouds of Heaven, both looking grave.
Immortal Emperor Meng Hai's white hair whipped in the wind. Shadows veiled Immortal Emperor Luo's exquisite face. They exchanged a glance and sighed together.
"Even we would struggle to withstand it."
Immortal Emperor Meng Hai's voice was low and hoarse, each word seeming to weigh a thousand pounds.
Of course, they meant the heart of the battle, not its aftershocks.
Cries of alarm immediately rose all around them.
Though the two Immortal Emperors were long past their prime, they were still powers of the Immortal Emperor realm. They had accumulated strength over several Sacrificial Eras and could destroy an entire great world with a gesture. Ordinary emperors could not compare.
"Even they can't