That hidden struggle continued. With the Eight Kings' Edict behind him, An Lan would not stop until he had sealed off the Heavenly Abyss and the Emperor City.
Inside the Primordial Imperial City, a phantom flickered in and out of sight, lending its strength to the Heavenly Abyss in its struggle against An Lan.
The Laws Sea raged, the power of kings roared, and even space-time twisted.
"If you keep exerting your strength, you will fall within moments."
An Lan spoke. It was the first time he had said a word since arriving in the Border Wasteland.
He was speaking to the Saint King.
"Leave now, and I will not stop you. I will allow you to pass away in peace."
"But if you remain stubborn, you are fated to meet a bitter end today."
The two True Immortals had indeed poured tremendous power into the Heavenly Abyss.
But the power truly holding back An Lan and the Eight Kings' Edict belonged to the Saint King.
And even that would not hold for long.
They were facing the power of nine Undying Kings. Holding out for even a moment was already a miracle.
The Saint King paid An Lan no heed. Right now, he was playing the part of a gravely wounded man bent on death.
He had no intention of wasting words on An Lan.
Another voice came from within the war chariot.
"You have made the wrong choice."
Boom!
Blood-colored thunder exploded. The power of the Supreme Rules descended, and the Eight Kings' Edict transformed into eight great hands that struck the Heavenly Abyss.
Each edict represented the strength of one Undying King's hand.
The rules of the Immortal Dao took tangible form, commanding the Laws Sea to withstand every attack.
Hiss!
Cracks appeared even in the Heavenly