776: Chapter 777 What are you waiting for?

The three top experts froze on the spot, and the scene fell into a bizarre standstill.

All three were figures at the very top of the heavenly pride list, with powerful Bloodlines and heaven-shaking cultivation. When they traveled the Nine Heavens, was there ever a time when they weren't worshiped by the masses and avoided by heroes?

With their strength, even if they faced a siege from dozens of prodigies of the same rank, they had the confidence to slaughter their way through.

But never had there been a moment like this—so stifling, so powerless, and even tinged with a hint of absurd helplessness.

Having lived for so many years, they had seen too many prodigies of their generation, ancient monsters, and reclusive masters.

But it was the first time they had seen monsters like these before them, emerging one after another, group after group.

The previous Lunar Immortal Body, the green-robed Sword Cultivator, and the Physical Body maniac were already enough to overturn their understanding.

Now, even a random Immortal King standing out from the shadows could steadily lock them down?

What kind of team was this?!

The corners of the Daoist Son of Myriad Phenomena's mouth twitched even more violently, and the composed, indifferent air on his face had long since shattered into pieces.

His fingers were tightly clenched inside his sleeves, his knuckles turning white, and only one thought was frantically screaming in his mind:

Crazy... the world has truly gone crazy!

When did prodigies become so worthless?

One person who can fight is called a Genius; two is called a fortuitous encounter; but a whole group who can fight, and who huddle together to protect the same person—what do you call that?

Numb, he was truly numb.

But the trump cards of the team before him were bottomless and unpredictable, like a deep, unfathomable abyss of Chaos.

Ao Zhan's dragon might faltered, and the golden Dragon Qi circling his body became slightly chaotic.

His held-high head lowered half an inch unconsciously, and within his dragon pupils, shock and wariness were intertwined.

As one with the True Dragon Bloodline, he was naturally proud and invincible among his peers, and he had been the first to step into the Immortal Sovereign realm, looking down on his generation.

But now, two Immortal King realm Auras made even this True Dragon feel that things were troublesome.

The two Immortal King Auras locking onto him were incredibly refined and resilient, without the slightest flashiness; they clearly intended to fight to the death, trading injury for injury.

He could win—with his Dragon Clan foundation at the Early Stage of the Immortal Sovereign realm, defeating these two Immortal King Auras might not be difficult.

But the price would be too high. It was more likely that he would be tied down by the two of them, unable to touch the dao seed, and merely paving the way for others.

Ao Zhan took a deep breath, suppressing the surging waves in his heart, and silently, slowly retracted the dragon might he had been exerting.

Forget it, he wouldn't move, wouldn't snatch, and wouldn't compete.

The three monsters in front were already enough to deal with, and there were so many killing gods hidden in the shadows.

He couldn't afford to provoke or fight for this Quasi-Immortal Emperor dao seed.

For a moment, the three top prodigies were frozen in place, their expressions varied, but they all fell into a bizarre silence.

The air was terrifyingly quiet.

The chaotic battle below remained tragic, but the stagnant and oppressive field at this height was like an invisible dark cloud, heavily pressing down on the heart of every Prodigy.

Those who could enter the Ancient God Burial Plain and remain on the battlefield at this moment were not true fools.

Everyone's gazes crossed as they subconsciously re-evaluated this tragic battlefield.

Initially, everyone had been stirred by the Heaven-Defying Aura of the Quasi-Immortal Emperor dao seed, killing intent burning in their chests and reason suppressed by greed.

But as the slaughter continued, many prodigies gradually calmed down, and a strange chill arose in their hearts.

In the center of the battlefield, Xiao Ruobai's group was clearly surrounded and bombarded by dozens of prodigies, their bodies covered in wounds and their clothes stained with blood, everyone bathed in gore.

But strangely, their defensive line remained as solid as a rock from beginning to end, with no sign of collapse.

Not only was it unbroken, but the Aura of these people was actually still rising.

Xiao Ruobai's War God's Power boiled incessantly, his halberd light cold and sharp, while Fang Hanyu's Chaos Sword Qi was hidden deep, every strike of his sword able to freeze a part of the battle.

Mo Yu's body was hot with Qilin True Fire, and his violent Aura repelled countless attackers.

To the side, Wang Xiaopang's Talismans filled the sky, Dong Li's illusions were tricky, and Wang Zhan fought to the death without retreating.

Such terrifying resilience made countless prodigies feel a chill in their hearts.

The originally fanatical and restless greed quietly receded by more than half in the face of this bizarre and shocking scene.

Someone subconsciously looked up, gazing at the three figures standing silently at the heights.

Huang Jiutian did not move, Ao Zhan restrained his might, and the Daoist Son of Myriad Phenomena stood still.

The three top prodigies were bystanders the entire time, none of them stepping into the battlefield.

In their eyes, Huang Jiutian, Ao Zhan, and the Daoist Son of Myriad Phenomena—these top combatants—were clearly waiting and deliberately preserving their strength.

Prodigies were gathered here, and experts were as numerous as trees in a forest.

Even if they fought to the death, exhausted their cultivation, and overtaxed their Origin to forcibly tear through these people's defenses, what would they get in the end?

Those three great figures above were watching like tigers; with their strength, they would only need a casual strike to harvest the remains.

The moment their thoughts became clear, the crowd on the battlefield quietly split.

A portion of the meticulous and cautious prodigies withdrew their moves and retreated without hesitation.

Divine light faded and Magic Treasures were sheathed as they silently exited the fray, retreating far to the outskirts of the cliff and coldly observing the situation.

A Prodigy's life was precious; although the dao seed was good, it wasn't worth betting one's life.

But there was another group of people who remained stubbornly in the battle circle, refusing to yield a single step.

They were all peerless prodigies born with pride and extraordinary self-worth, carrying powerful Bloodlines and trump cards; the pride in their bones did not allow them to be intimidated before the fight was over.

Some were consumed by greed, completely blinded by the supreme temptation of the Quasi-Immortal Emperor dao seed; even if there was only a ten percent chance of obtaining the Opportunity, they were willing to give their all and bet everything.

And Mo Cha, who remained in the center of the battlefield, had several hideous new wounds added to his burly demonic frame!

The most terrifying one slashed diagonally from his left shoulder to his right abdomen, demonic blood dripping; the wound was wreathed in gray Chaos Qi, constantly eroding his demonic body—it was left by Fang Hanyu's Chaos Sword Qi!

Just now, he had tried to gather strength several times, driving the Nine Nether Demonic Chains to perform a killing move, but his Divine Thought was always interfered with at the critical moment by Dong Li's pervasive and tricky Fox Clan Illusion Technique, causing his Devilish Qi to backlash and his Meridians to sting.

And that fat man, Wang Xiaopang, was even more slippery than a loach, scattering all kinds of Talismans as if they cost nothing.

Though not fatal, they left him constrained, and he couldn't even display seventy percent of his heaven-shaking Demonic Technique! He was fighting with extreme frustration!

He personally saw a group of prodigies quietly retreat, and the irritation in his heart grew even stronger.

The more they fought, the fewer people there were, yet the enemy's defensive line remained unmoved, and the three above were as silent as statues.

Noisy discussions and dissatisfied grumbles began to rise one after another among the crowd, slowly spreading.

Finally, Mo Cha completely snapped.

"Huang Jiutian! Brother Myriad Phenomena! Ao Zhan—!!!"

A hoarse, maddened roar filled with endless rage and frustration, like the wail of a wounded ancient Vicious Beast, suddenly tore through the chaotic noise of the battlefield.

"What are you all still waiting for?! Watching a show?!"

"We are fighting a bloody battle here, yet you all are just standing by and watching?!"