"Heavenly Tribulation Thunder Lord? A formidable enemy indeed."
He sighed inwardly once more. They had surrounded and tried to kill this being many times, yet never succeeded. Now, it was truly too late for regret.
"Are those your last words?"
The Thunder Emperor spoke calmly, utterly unconcerned.
"Heh. You think this is enough to stand against our race? Powerful as you are, you fall far short of that one from back then. The Thunder Dao can indeed be called invincible within the Dao, perhaps even impossible to counter. Unfortunately, you will never know what you are facing. Next time, I will not be the only one initiating the Gray Mist Grand Sacrifice."
The Eerie Immortal Emperor spoke. The Thunder Emperor was indeed powerful enough. Now that he stood at the pinnacle, there might be beings in the Immortal Emperor realm who could defeat him, but none in that realm could suppress him. The supreme speed of the Thunder Dao was also the ultimate limit of the Myriad Heavens.
In other words, if the Thunder Emperor wanted to escape, no one below the Sacrificial Dao could stop him.
"I know I cannot compare to the Heavenly Emperor Wusheng or the Desolate Heaven Emperor. But I believe those who came before us will not stop advancing. One day, they will return and walk this world again."
The Thunder Emperor spoke instinctively, then froze at his own words.
The Heavenly Emperor Wusheng-the Heavenly Emperor Wusheng who had vanished from memory-had been mentioned by him. Once he realized it, the corners of his mouth lifted slightly. That one was still there, after all.
"He really is still alive."
The Eerie Race's Immortal Emperor went deathly pale. Terror he had never felt even when facing the Thunder Emperor flooded his heart.
He had witnessed with