The Supreme howled, his roar sending stars tumbling from the sky. He was unwilling to accept this. He had never imagined he would be reduced to such a state.
The people who had descended to the Lower Realm with him were nearly all dead.
He did not care whether those Cult Masters lived or died.
But if they all died, everyone would turn on him.
Even the Supreme of the Immortal Hall had to take the strength of Willow God and the others seriously.
This Heavenly God alone was troublesome enough. If the others joined in, he would very likely be finished.
The Supreme of the Immortal Hall's eyes flickered as he searched for a way out.
Calling on the other Cult Masters watching from the sidelines was one option, but it no longer looked likely to work.
If he had called out at the start, when the Cult Masters from the Lower Realm had been at their greatest number, some would have joined to curry favor with the Immortal Hall and fight for the treasures.
After all, they had held the advantage in numbers then.
But now nearly twenty Cult Masters had been killed before their eyes. No one dared act rashly.
What was more, the Cult Masters capable of going to the Eight Domains to harvest the Human World Great Medicine were counted among the stronger Cult Masters.
Between the last descent and this one, more than thirty Cult Masters had come to the Lower Realm.
The Three Thousand Dao Provinces' top Cult Masters had all been defeated and killed.
There were still top Cult Masters among those who remained, but most were relatively ordinary—at the Void Dao Realm.
Seeing Willow God and the others display such divine might, killing so many Cult Masters without even catching their