At the very same time Wang Shouzhe inherited the Zhuanxu Divine Palace.
On the main battlefield, the situation was steadily worsening.
Granted, with the two sides relatively evenly matched, it was still impossible to say who would win or lose.
But our side was a mixed bag, with uneven strengths. Even if they won this battle, how many would be injured? How many would die?
As the battle dragged on, those Immortal Emperors who had only advanced within the past few thousand years gradually found their stamina and Profound Qi failing to keep up, their conditions visibly declining.
At the Immortal Emperor level, Profound Qi had long undergone countless qualitative transformations, its energy density horrifyingly high. In such an intense battle, its consumption was naturally immense. Even with pills taken from time to time to replenish energy, they were gradually spending more than they could take in.
Suddenly.
Overlord Pan seized an opening, forcibly withstanding the ferocious assault from the front line as he erupted with power. One claw shot toward the unprepared Immortal Emperor Ziwei.
The demonic claw, radiating crimson light, swept through space with terrifying force, as though it could crush stars in its grip. He had clearly struck without mercy.
The sinister light in Overlord Pan's scarlet eyes flared brightly. He clearly intended to trade one powerful enemy for another.
Not good!
Haotian Sword Emperor, who was responsible for maneuvering around and harassing him, felt his heart tighten. He hurriedly advanced, slashing his sword toward Overlord Pan's head from behind, hoping to besiege Wei to rescue Zhao.
Who would have thought?
His sword light had only just been unleashed.
When Overlord Pan, as though he had anticipated it all along, paused in motion and abruptly twisted his massive body around. A look of a scheme successfully fulfilled