No wonder they were unwilling to give up.
Eastern Emperor Taiyi looked grave. "At least we haven't seen Pangu yet."
Indeed, of all these Demon Gods, only he could still possibly be Daochen.
Even with only a sliver of hope, they refused to give up.
"Pangu? How could Daochen have become Pangu?"
But on closer thought, it was not impossible.
Even the two of them had become Daoist Shichen and the great hero Yang Mei.
Let alone Daochen.
He could have become anyone.
And with his strength, no matter which Demon God he became, he would not die easily.
Even relying on instinct alone, he could survive.
He was a supreme expert of the nine heavens of the Saint Realm, after all.
How could an expert like that die so easily?
Two thousand Demon Gods gathered together and lay in ambush in an open area.
One of them went out to lure Pangu into attacking.
This Demon God cultivated the law of lightning and was known as the Chaos Thunder God.
He was immensely powerful and exceptionally fast.
Using him as bait would ensure a good chance of escape.
When Dao Ancestor Hongjun discovered that a Demon God had come to provoke them of his own accord,
his expression turned wary.
If he remembered correctly,
back when Pangu slaughtered the three thousand Gods and Devils, they had once joined forces to besiege him.
That battle had raged until heaven and earth went dark. The Gods and Devils Army suffered countless casualties, and almost none escaped unscathed.
That battle had also left Pangu gravely wounded and near death, almost damaging his foundations.
But it was precisely that battle that had allowed him to defeat all three thousand Gods and Devils.
Though the losses in that battle were tremendous, it had laid