"Everyone, hold on!"
The roar made the void hum. At the entrance to the Heavenly Palace Secret Realm, the Space Channel—the only link maintaining the two worlds—was already covered in spiderweb-like cracks. Pale violet spatial turbulence slithered through the fissures like Poison Snakes, ready to swallow the entire channel at any moment.
Seven late Emperor Realm experts from Taiyi City stood shoulder to shoulder.
Di Xian's black robe had long since been torn in several places by the spatial turbulence. His hair was disheveled as his hands formed intricate seals. Source Qi around him transformed into a surging river, desperately resisting the cracks spreading along the edges of the channel.
The others beside him were red-faced as well, veins bulging at their temples. They poured out their Source Qi without reserve, controlling various Emperor Artifacts. Their power interwove with Di Xian's into a net, barely suppressing the collapse of space.
"Damn it! The aftershocks from a peak Emperor Realm battle are too terrifying!" A bearded late Emperor Realm cultivator cursed through gritted teeth, his voice hoarse from overexertion. "The seven of us joined forces, yet even stabilizing the channel is this difficult!"
Di Xian's eyelids twitched. Feeling the violent spatial power in his palms, sweetness rose in his throat. He forcibly swallowed the surging blood and roared, "Where is Venerable Xuantian? If they keep fighting, the Heavenly Palace Secret Realm may close ahead of time. If that triggers a Space Storm, all of us will be trapped here to die!"
"We cannot let that happen!" Another man sweated profusely, his eyes frantic. "Quickly send word for Great Emperor Jin Man to stop! If they continue, once the channel shatters, no one will survive!"
"It's useless!" An emaciated old man beside them shook his head with a bitter smile, his tone