"Must all of us emerge just to slay a single Demon Emperor?"
Divine senses surged through the great forbidden zones, their terrifying might shaking the world.
It was as though supreme gods and demons were awakening, dreadful auras rising one after another and startling the myriad heavens and domains.
It seemed all the Supremes within the forbidden zones intended to awaken and emerge at this very moment, undergoing ultimate sublimation to fight.
Yet an indescribable sense of helplessness hung over them.
The Demon Emperor was too powerful.
Her combat strength shook the heavens. She had nearly defied heaven to become an immortal, and now that she had attained the Dao, every Dao in the universe fell under her command, lending her its strength.
Unless dozens of Supremes emerged at once, they could never threaten the Demon Emperor.
They might even be killed by her instead.
After all, although the Desolate Pagoda and the Immortal Bell had lain dormant for decades, nearly a century, terrifying changes would inevitably occur once the demoness faced mortal danger.
Three immortal artifacts protected her, uniting offense and defense, even commanding the power of time.
Without dozens of Supremes undergoing ultimate sublimation, who dared claim they could win?
Moreover, she was ruthless beyond compare. Even if the entire world were destroyed, the Demon Emperor would likely not so much as raise an eyebrow, much less compromise.
To kill a single Demon Emperor, dozens of Supremes would have to be buried alongside her, and even then victory was uncertain. The price was too steep.
Even the Forbidden Zone Supremes were unwilling to bear such a cost.
They had lain dormant through endless ages not for death, not to bloom like a fleeting flower in one moment of glory, but to live forever, become immortals, and stand as