Zhang Ruochen was trapped in the siege of dozens of supreme sages. This formation represented the importance that the factions in the heaven world paid to him, but it also put him in a desperate situation.

At least, the three false gods in the Palace of Trickery all thought that he was already dead.

"It's too scary. There are so many supreme saints, carrying five supreme holy weapons and attacking together. Did such a scene happen a hundred thousand years ago?"

"It absolutely never happened a hundred thousand years ago that dozens of supreme saints gathered on an island to surround and kill a holy monk."

"In such a small area, a bookworm can't escape even if he wants to."

"Shu Qianchi shouldn't have exposed his true strength too early and let the leaders of the heaven factions despise him. He might still have a chance to escape. Unfortunately, just now he was too high-profile and too arrogant, which attracted a large number of supreme saints.

The siege."

The three false gods asked themselves that with their cultivation and combat prowess, if they were in the position of a bookworm, they would probably have no choice but to escape, but they might not be able to escape.

Sixty or seventy supreme saints, five supreme holy weapons, such a formation only appeared one hundred thousand years ago, when the battle between heaven and hell was in full swing. It was also a confrontation in a vast starry sky, and a single star was lost.

A planet fell.

In the past 100,000 years, it has not been an easy task for the world to be dominated by so many supreme saints. After all, every supreme saint has his or her own thing to do, either sitting in charge, or

They hold important positions or are in retreat, and they are spread across the worlds and the stars in the universe.
Chapter completed!