Even the ancient sect masters and reclusive old monsters on several nearby supercontinents, who normally stayed in seclusion and possessed Heavenly Sovereign-level strength.
At this moment, they could no longer suppress their shock, tearing through the void one after another to reveal themselves.
The moment they appeared, they claimed the best positions nearest the battlefield's perimeter.
When these Heavenly Sovereigns swept their gazes over the scene at the center of the encirclement, their eyes nearly fell out of their sockets.
There, above the ruins at the center of the encirclement.
The Western Heaven War Emperor, once resplendent in golden light and renowned throughout the Great Thousand World for his womanizing and love of battle.
Was now drenched in blood, his golden War Emperor robes long since torn into a few ragged strips that fluttered against his mangled chest.
Not only had the towering golden avatar he normally took such pride in been blasted apart inch by inch, blood was also seeping from the corners of his mouth.
With his hair disheveled, he looked utterly wretched and miserable, the very image of a drowned dog cornered against a wall and beaten by a pack of fierce tigers!
"Am I seeing things? That man beaten like a dead dog and trapped in the middle... is the Western Heaven War Emperor?"
An Immortal Grade Heavenly Sovereign who had just arrived, dressed in a robe patterned with the eight trigrams, gaped as he asked his companion, his eyes staring blankly.
"Who else could it be?"
A gaunt, reclusive ancestor beside him stroked his beard, his eyes full of gloating amusement as he projected his voice through the air:
"That old fellow has always traded on his seniority, throwing his weight around on his Western Heaven Continent. Wherever he goes, he has to put on