"If we don't fight, none of us will make it back." The Supreme Elder of the Divine Moon Sect said.
The two Supreme Elders of the Star Sect knew the situation was dangerous, but what use was saying these things now?
Gradually, they noticed their strength was declining, the speed of absorbing the Divine Element slowed, and the gravity was gradually increasing, sweat appeared on their foreheads, not from exhaustion, but from fear.
"We're doomed, everyone." They realized the pressure on them was growing, eventually being suppressed by the four Supreme Elders and the Palace Master of Yaochi Palace.
Meanwhile, the eight cultivators of the Primordial God Realm had vanished without a trace.
Tang Feng had taken them into the Void.
"Kid, what do you intend to do?" They panicked, knowing if thrown into spatial turbulence, even if they survived, they would be skinned nine layers deep.
