"Suppress!"
At that moment, an ancient-sounding voice suddenly echoed between heaven and earth.
"Boom..."
The next second, a thunderous roar erupted.
Everyone looked up and saw an enormous hand appear, slapping Miao Ku and the dozen or so monks behind him into the ground.
"Spurt..."
Miao Ku spat out a mouthful of blood, his breath instantly weakened, evidently suffering severe internal injuries.
Those monks accompanying Miao Ku, who all possessed Ancient Gods' strength, were all smacked into mush.
"Hiss hiss..."
The gods present all took a cold breath, feeling cold sweat cascading down their backs.
They had thought that after becoming gods, they would be formidable, but only now did they realize that within the universe, there were so many existences far more powerful than themselves, capable of claiming their lives at any moment.
"Ah..."
At that time, two more pitiful screams came from the sky.
