Within the heavenly tribulation, Lu Chen fought fiercely against Hengyu, the Western Emperor, Taihuang, and the Chaotic Ancient Great Emperor, four Great Emperors of the Human Race. He barely held on.
But that was not the end. An even greater crisis arrived. This stretch of starry sky shook, and eight stars flew swiftly from an unknown region of the universe, brighter than the sun, their radiance stretching for billions of feet.
Together with the stars that had heralded the first four Great Emperors, twelve suns now blazed across the sky, surrounding Lu Chen and illuminating the dark universe.
Boom!
The sea of lightning roared, and eight more figures of humanoid lightning appeared. Each one's aura was no weaker than the Dao marks of Hengyu, Taihuang, and the other two Great Emperors. These were the Dao marks of another eight ancient Great Emperors.
Lu Chen grew exceedingly grave. Being besieged by four young Great Emperors had already been fraught with peril. Now there were twelve. This simply left him no way to survive!
Such might was unheard of throughout history. Anyone facing it would have been chilled to the bone and plunged into despair. This was a certain death trap.
Lu Chen looked toward the two figures on his right. They stood beside Taihuang, likewise dressed in imperial robes and crowned with imperial crowns.
A mysterious scroll hung above one man's head, unfurling with a rustle as though it could encompass the three thousand great worlds.
The other held an ancient bronze cauldron engraved with mountains and rivers, the sun, moon, and stars, and countless living beings bowing in worship. It seemed to bear the heavenly fortune of hundreds of millions of the Human Race.
*Three Great Emperors in imperial robes. Judging by their weapons, they are Taihuang, the Jiuli Great