A heart-stopping, sweeping melee between four worlds was about to unfold, as though heaven and earth themselves trembled before it.
The powerhouses of the Central Saint Palace poured in from every direction like an unending tide, forming an impenetrable encirclement that trapped the people of the three great worlds within. Their murderous momentum resembled hungry wolves surrounding lambs; they plainly intended to put these outsiders who had come to provoke them to death.
Faced with such a dire situation, even the so-called big shots of the three great worlds could not help feeling afraid.
Although they had brought many people, this was still the Central Saint Palace's territory, and their opponents held an overwhelming advantage in both terrain and numbers.
If the powerhouses guarding the realm behind them suddenly ordered every exit from the Xuanhuang World sealed and attacked from the rear, they would likely become souls wronged beneath the blades of the Xuanhuang World's many experts before they even had a chance to wait for reinforcements from the three great worlds.
They had originally thought this operation would be nothing more than a pleasant, effortless outing to put on airs, allowing them to flaunt their strength and prestige to their hearts' content. Never had they expected to fall into such a desperate predicament.
Only now did they realize the gravity of the situation. They had not come here to die, but to seize the chance to show their prowess. Even if the three great worlds ultimately succeeded in destroying the Xuanhuang World, they themselves would not rise from the dead.
In an instant, fear shrouded everyone's hearts, and the cultivators of the three great worlds descended into chaos.
In their panic, they used secret arts to send urgent messages to their respective headquarters, begging them to dispatch reinforcements