By the shores of the World Sea.
The four Emperor Path powerhouses stared blankly at the two terrifying figures clashing endlessly in the depths of chaos. Their faces were deathly pale, and they unconsciously held their breath.
They had lived through endless epochs and considered themselves to stand at the pinnacle of the world. Even with an Emperor reigning supreme, they believed they were not far beneath one.
Yet only today, after witnessing an Emperor strike with full force and personally experiencing the aftershocks of an Emperor Realm battle, did they understand that a single step's difference was the gulf between clouds and mud!
"This is... the power of the Emperor Realm..."
Ancestor Suihan muttered. The laws of the Time Dao gathered in his hand shattered inch by inch beneath the aftershocks; he could not even approach within ten thousand miles of the battlefield.
If the four of them joined forces, they might be able to withstand a few moves from an Emperor.
But in a true fight to the death, the other side would need only a few sword strikes to slaughter them all.
That absolute suppression at the level of life itself was not something numbers could make up for.
"That giant beast... can actually fight an Emperor to a draw?"
Kunling's voice was heavy, the shock in his heart beyond measure.
They had originally thought an Emperor was the ultimate limit of this world. Who could have imagined that such a terrifying existence existed beyond the domain?
At the thought of this giant beast breaking through the barrier and entering the Lost World, the so-called Emperor Path giants like them would likely not even count as cannon fodder. Their backs went cold.
"Can the Emperor win?"
The shadow of the Nether Origin Clan churned restlessly, a trace