502: Gathering in the Southern Region

Xuan Yangzi and the others remained expressionless, not affected in the slightest by the crowd's shock, as they activated the Supreme Emperor Weapons once more.

The light of the fifteen Supreme Emperor Weapons grew even more brilliant, their Dao Rhymes intertwining into a giant net that covered the sky, crushing down once more toward the two Supremes!

"An opportunity! Move! Coordinate with them to attack those two Supremes!"

The Yaochi Holy Master was the first to react. With a single command, the previously dim western empress pagoda erupted with radiant divine light once again, blasting toward the flank of the Burial God Abyss Supreme!

Immediately following, the Supreme Mystery Holy Land, the Archaic Royal Family, and other Holy Land-level forces that had been hiding away no longer hesitated!

"We cannot miss this opportunity! Join forces to strangle the Supremes!"

"For the living beings of the Eastern Region, for the inheritance of the Human Race!"

Bursts of Supreme Emperor Might and ancient clan secret techniques erupted simultaneously. Some Supreme Emperor Weapons were responsible for stabilizing the Eastern Region's territory so it wouldn't collapse during the fierce collisions.

Other Supreme Emperor Weapons attacked the two Supremes, forming a pincer movement with the torrent of weapons from the Azure Profound Sect!

The Eastern Region forces, who had been fighting individually and were filled with panic, instantly unified under the hope and confidence brought by the fifteen Supreme Emperor Weapons!

"Dammit!!"

The Burial God Abyss Supreme roared, forcibly stabilizing his aura and mobilizing his remaining strength to condense a defense.

"Once I deal with you, I will definitely uproot the forces behind you!"

Murderous intent seethed in the eyes of the Ruins of Gods Demise Supreme. His devouring power operated frantically, attempting to swallow the pressure of the Supreme Emperor Weapons, but it was in vain.

They couldn't understand how such a "filthy rich" force had suddenly emerged in the Xuanhuang Great World, allowing even Great Saint Realm Cultivators to each possess a Supreme Emperor Weapon.

This was simply a desecration of the term "Supreme Emperor Weapon," yet it carried a terrifying power that made their hearts tremble!

The battle situation in the Eastern Region completely reversed the moment the fifteen Supreme Emperor Weapons appeared together!

The originally hopeless situation ignited with the raging fire of hope due to the arrival of this mysterious force.

And everyone had only one question in their hearts.

Where on earth did these fifteen powerhouses holding Supreme Emperor Weapons come from?!

Meanwhile, in the Southern Region, the true final chapter of doomsday had already begun to play!

*Buzz—Boom!!!*

The entire Southern Region—no, the entire southern sky of the Xuanhuang Great World.

It was like a sheet of glass on the verge of shattering after being struck by a heavy hammer, emitting an overburdened ultimate wail from the world's Origin!

This wail was no longer a distant echo from the revival of restricted zones elsewhere, but a world-destroying descent right before their eyes!

*Ripppp—!!!*

From the east, west, south, north, and even the four directions above and below, surrounding the main battlefield of the Southern Region, twelve Void Realm cracks spanning heaven and earth were simultaneously and brutally torn open!

Each crack was like an entrance to a different purgatory, spewing out terrifying auras of various natures that all represented the end.

Reincarnation Death Qi, Myriad Dragon Baleful Force, God-Burying Baleful Light, Nihility Annihilation Wind, Yellow Springs Soul-Freezing Cold, Eternal Frost... Twelve Supreme figures, none weaker than Ancient Emperor Lei Peng and some even more ancient and decayed, stepped out from the cracks!

Twelve ancient Supremes descended together!

Combined with the six Supremes—including Jin Wu, Tian Ming, Holy Light, and Lei Peng—who were already standing above the Bronze Ancient City with connected auras.

A total of eighteen terrifying auras, enough to make even a Great Emperor pale, completely intertwined, fused, and resonated above the Southern Region at this moment!

Just then, four steady Quasi-Emperor auras sped over from the direction of the Eastern Region.

They were the First, Third, Fourth, and Fifth Ancestors of the Azure Profound Sect. Each held a Supreme Emperor Weapon as they silently landed beside the Silent Great Emperor and Xiao Hei.

A glimmer of light flashed in the eyes of the surviving beings below. Four more Quasi-Emperors, and they brought Supreme Emperor Weapons!

But this light was fleeting and quickly dimmed.

Four Quasi-Emperors plus two Great Emperor-level combatants facing eighteen Supremes was still just a drop in the ocean, merely adding a bit of tragic heroism to this predestined conclusion.

This was not a simple addition of numbers.

When eighteen Ancient Sovereigns who had slashed their own cultivation base set aside their differences for a single goal, a qualitative change occurred.

An annihilation net, woven from the pure Laws of "destruction" and "end" and covering the entire Southern Region and its surrounding endless Void Realm, had already taken shape!

The core of this net was the Silent Great Emperor and Xiao Hei, and within its grasp were the billions of living beings in the Southern Region!

Eighteen figures, like eighteen eternal demonic mountains, suppressed the Chaos sky.

Their auras were linked and their Divine Thoughts intertwined, completely sealing off this world so that not even a grain of dust could escape.

It was an indifference that transcended hatred and greed—pure, cold, like the Heavenly Dao executing a deletion program.

Ancient Emperor Lei Peng, as one of the original leaders, slowly stepped forward.

He looked ahead calmly, his gaze falling upon the Silent Great Emperor and Xiao Hei standing side by side.

His voice was not loud, yet it echoed clearly in the depths of every living being's Divine Soul.

It carried an absolute calm of having victory within his grasp and the power over life and death, along with an unquestionable authority:

"You two, you see the situation."

"Commit suicide."

"You may leave a whole corpse, and you can also spare the living beings of this world from being instantly incinerated."

His words had no emotional fluctuation, as if he were stating an established fact.

He delivered the final, seemingly merciful judgment for this endgame.

"Stubborn resistance will only make the process of death even more agonizing."

Another Supreme, shrouded in Netherworld Death Qi with soul fire flickering in his eye sockets, spoke hoarsely.

His voice was like a cold wind from the Nine Netherworlds blowing through a graveyard, filled with cat-and-mouse playfulness and bone-deep coldness.

"Indeed, die obediently, and you can suffer less from the pain of Soul Refining."

The Holy Light Tiger Emperor, whose body still had remnants of Holy Light but emitted a completely opposite aura of decay, licked his lips, his crimson eyes full of cruel anticipation.

Eighteen gazes, like eighteen cold guillotines, hung over the heads of the Silent Great Emperor and Xiao Hei.

They also hung over the hearts of all living beings in the Southern Region and the entire Xuanhuang Great World.

Despair had reached the bottom of the abyss.

Ancient Emperor Lei Peng's words were like the final piece of ice thrown into a heart that had already frozen.

"It's over... everything is over..."

Yuan Tiangang's body swayed, almost kneeling to the ground.

The light of the demon emperor bell in his hand flickered, letting out bursts of wails as if it too were weeping for this desperate situation.

He looked at those eighteen demon-god-like figures, then at his fellow clansmen and living beings struggling in pain under the pressure, with their fires of life constantly being extinguished.

An unprecedented sense of powerlessness and suffocation seized him.

Eighteen Supremes joining forces was a power enough to sweep through any glorious era. Who could resist?

Not even a Great Emperor!

"Can the two Seniors hold out?"

Two against eighteen; this was simply not a confrontation on the same level.

Xiao Ruobai, Fang Hanyu, Wang Zhan, and Ling Xi—the four of them almost crushed their teeth.

Those eighteen auras were like a vast ocean, while they were merely a few specks of dust before a tsunami.

They looked at the backs of the Silent Great Emperor and Xiao Hei, which seemed to become frail against the backdrop of the eighteen demonic mountains.