Eight Main Gods stood in midair, visions of all manner of natural disasters swirling around them as they battered the Minor World Chu Kuangren had constructed.
Everyone thought Chu Kuangren could no longer hold on.
How could he fight against eight Main Gods?
Yet the powerful cultivators watching in secret could not stop swallowing hard. They stared at Chu Kuangren with even greater horror than they felt looking at the eight Main Gods.
"Cang can still keep his Minor World stable under the assault of eight Main Gods' divine power. Isn't his Minor World far too sturdy?"
"Could even eight Main Gods be unable to suppress him?"
The powerful cultivators watching in secret all marveled.
The eight Main Gods also looked at Chu Kuangren with somewhat grave expressions.
"For a human to reach this point and force eight Main Gods to join hands against you, Cang, you could be said to eclipse all who came before and shine through the present."
The Flame Main God spoke calmly as he looked at Cang.
"Why waste so much breath on him? Attack!" The Ice and Snow Main God raised his hand, and divine power surged out, turning into cold air that froze all things.
"If we're comparing cold, let's see whose is stronger."
Chu Kuangren smiled faintly.
A blast of cold no weaker than the Ice and Snow Main God's erupted.
"A Thought Arises, Myriad Rivers Smoke Snow Chill!"
Cold erupted from Chu Kuangren's body. Wherever it passed, the void, windblown sand, plants, and even space froze. The two currents of cold collided, instantly turning this stretch of heaven and earth into a world of ice and snow where all things withered.
The surging cold actually overpowered the Ice and Snow Main God's!
A current of cold struck the Ice and Snow