Victory meant life; defeat meant death!
Outside the Imperial Pass, the battle of Supremes began. The most terrifying showdown erupted, blood surging in torrents as heaven wept and earth mourned, and world-shaking phenomena unfolded!
"Kill! Drive back the invaders and defend our lands!" an old Supreme of the Nine Heavens roared, shaking Outer Space and blasting one great star after another apart.
Boom!
Soon, a blazing radiance blossomed across the sky. Raging flames crowded the heavens, dazzling beyond measure.
But before long, everything dimmed. Amid the wreckage of the stars, a corpse could faintly be seen drifting.
It was the old Supreme who had roared moments before. The Imperial Clan had slaughtered him in Outer Space, splashing his blood across the vast sky-a bleak and brutal sight.
"Ah, Patriarch!"
On the walls of the Imperial Pass, people broke into bitter sobs and loud wails at the sight.
Hearts trembled involuntarily. Those on the side of the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths were especially anxious, for most of the Supremes who had died belonged to their side.
Many sighed. It was not that the Supremes of the Imperial Pass were weak, but that they had grown old. Their blood and vitality had withered; they were no longer what they had once been.
By contrast, the Foreign Realm possessed abundant longevity matter and a complete Great Dao. Its environment was far better, and its Supremes could all but live forever.
Even those of immense age, ancient beyond reckoning, remained in their prime, their bodies vigorous and strong. This alone gave them an enormous advantage over the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths.
Moreover, the imbalance in the number of top-tier fighters was another major reason.
Though the Heavenly Abyss barred the Immortal Kings' advance, it could not stop Human Path Cultivators. They could