Beacon fires filled the sky, stretching on without end.
The Ten Limitless Ones gave it everything they had, unleashing every ability at their disposal to achieve their goals.
Some wanted to stop Meng Chuan from getting his wish. Some wanted to glean what they sought from Meng Chuan in his current state. Some wanted both.
Meng Chuan met them calmly and showed no mercy. Even with ten Limitless Ones—the highest peaks of the Chaos Sea—joining forces, he felt little apprehension.
Nor did those ten Limitless Ones achieve any heartening results.
Together, they did withstand Meng Chuan's pressure for the moment. They were not beaten down as the Demon of the Dao's Opposition and his three companions had been.
They were, after all, the Chaos Sea's Supreme Powerhouses. Joining forces gave them a measure of Prestige.
But when it came to pressing further and winning a more dazzling victory, they seemed powerless.
What the ten Limitless Ones found hardest to accept—and could do nothing about—was that, compared with when they had first clashed, their opponent had plainly grown stronger.
He kept growing stronger, as though he had no bottleneck, no limit.
He did not even need to do anything. As time passed, everything fell into place as naturally as water flowing into a channel.
It left the Ten Limitless Ones miserable.
Their own ceilings were fixed. Any improvement they could make would take time.
Their opponent kept growing stronger, and all they could do was watch. They could not stop him, nor could they possibly match his pace.
How were they supposed to fight that?
The longer they fought, the more stifled they felt and the worse their position became. They could see no hope at all.
The Ten Limitless Ones had already reached a conclusion. Meng Chuan had survived their