How was anyone supposed to deal with that?
The local underworld bosses had been pinned down in their graves, unable to get out.
How could anyone from another outfit get in?
They did not have household registration or birth certificates from the Primordial World, either.
If other primordial Daluo golden immortals came, unless they were above the level of a primordial Taisu Daluo golden immortal...
Unless Azathoth abandoned the Cthulhu Great World he was currently nurturing.
And came charging over in a fit of madness, wanting to fight Pangu!
Otherwise, hardly anyone could withstand a casual swing of Pangu's axe!
Think about it!
Even if he were just a person, a mortal, an ordinary man.
Even if he did not have a shred of spiritual power.
He was still the other side's boss, standing over a grave and staring at you with an axe that had chopped off more than three thousand heads.
Who could handle that?!
Even if Pangu was still in the process of reviving.
The crucial point was that he did not want to revive!
The others wanted to revive, but this boss stood over their graves with his axe, lying in wait.
They could not revive.
This boss did not want them to revive, so he simply refused to revive himself and stood over their graves, camping them.
Whoever came out got chopped down!
Never mind that Pangu appeared to be dead.
In the eyes of those truly ancient and powerful experts.
Pangu was merely on standby.
If someone really lost their mind and went over to offer up their head.
The moment their front foot entered the Chaos surrounding the Primordial Great World, a phantom axe capable of cleaving heaven and earth might come crashing down before their back foot followed!
A giant hand would