Bloody Battle on All Fronts, Twilight of the Gods, Clashing with the Kings, a Young Deity!

Deep within the Ancient Bronze Hall, the breath of passing ages seemed to freeze at that moment.

In its place came a trembling dread and oppression that rose from the depths of the soul.

Rumble!

It was more than the sound of coffins opening. It sounded as though the gates of hell had been forced apart, with ancient curses echoing through them.

Amid the muffled rumbling, the lids of twelve enormous black-gold coffins burst free and crashed heavily to the ground.

Dust billowed into the air, like scattered fragments of the ages.

Twelve dark figures slowly crawled out of that endless abyss of darkness.

Their movements were stiff and sluggish, yet carried a weight that could shatter mountains and rivers.

They were twelve peerless powerhouses who had ranked as God Venerables in life!

Though they had endured the passage of endless ages, their divine souls had long since perished in the River of Time, leaving no true spirits behind!

Their bodies had also suffered severe erosion from dark power, falling below their original realms.

Yet even now, they still possessed the terrifying combat strength of the God King peak.

They resembled twelve demon gods who had walked out of Primordial Antiquity, their bodies wreathed in black mist so thick it would not disperse.

It was an interweaving of pure deathly energy and Dark Law.

Every step could collapse the void and make the Great Dao wail.

That aura was cold and savage, as though it would drag this entire world into oblivion.

Yet what truly made everyone's scalp crawl and soul tremble was the coffin at the very center.

Within it sat a majestic figure, his legs crossed.

Unlike the other ancient corpses, he did not snarl or roar. He merely sat there in silence.

Yet he resembled an insurmountable