Summoning Millions of Gods Daily, My Strength Equals Theirs Combined Chapter 627 -627-The Ancients’ Screams, Hallucination?

The Sword-Sea Emperor came to a complete halt.

The three hundred thirty-three Cursed Swords suddenly stopped in their tracks.

The Rocksage rank stood motionless.

The Fate Singer froze solid.

The Dark Emperor, the Pioneer, the God of Slaughter... all of them froze.

The surrounding space was completely sealed off, overflowing with supreme sage ranks!

Around the eleven of them alone, no fewer than a million encircled them.

Their mind power extended outward, lips quivering, fists clenched so tight they cracked, souls quaking in terror...

The eleven mighty supreme beings appeared to suffer an unimaginable agony, gripped by a terror they had never felt before.

Everything was crumbling apart.

The quasi-eternal sage ranks’ forms felt completely powerless, their limbs sapped of all energy.

They had thought there were merely a few million at first, then perhaps tens of millions upon deeper probing.

But probing once more, it reached billions!

All of them supreme sage ranks. Tens of billions of supreme sage ranks locked their gazes right on them.

Even the atmosphere around seemed to solidify.

A nightmare scenario they could never have dreamed of had now engulfed them entirely.

Supreme sage ranks filled every direction, every bit of space secured, as though not even mind power could break free.

No matter where they turned their eyes, figures loomed—some spots required mind power just to sense.

In a bind like this, escape seemed utterly impossible.

"The Sword-Sea Emperor... that vile scum! He dragged us right into this snare!"

The quasi-eternal sage ranks silently damned the Sword-Sea Emperor, their jaws clenched in rage.

At that instant, some even wondered if the Emperor was a mole inserted by Aurek.

Step after careful step, with utmost precision, they had driven them all into this fatal ambush.

The Rocksage rank’s complexion drained to white.

"Your Majesty Aurek... can you grant us mercy?"

"I vow on the origin of fate, I shall never challenge the Crossbridge Divine Court anymore."

The ancient supreme sage rank cast away a lifetime’s pride, his tone shaking.

His hands were drenched in icy sweat.

Tens of billions of supreme sage ranks pinned their stares on them, a prickling sensation like thorns in their spines, icing their veins.

They didn’t dare twitch, their stances wordlessly begging for clemency.

The Fate Singer, the Pioneer, and the rest found their throats parched, the blazing resolve in their eyes swapped for profound dread.

Aurek savored a drink from his cup, then gradually set down the golden vessel.

"Kneel! Submit!"

Crack.

The supreme beings nearly shattered their fists in fury.

Boom—!

Before the Sword-Sea Emperor could respond, the God of Slaughter struck ahead.

A ray of ultimate ruinous light gathered, shaping into a spear of verdict that lanced toward Aurek.

"Let me see... will you perish before me, or will I drop first!"

They had encircled Aurek.

Tens of billions of supreme sage ranks hemmed them in.

Yet if they could strike down Aurek prior to those supreme sage ranks moving, survival might still be possible!

Tens of billions of supreme sage ranks instilled sheer horror, rattled them to their depths, and pushed them to utter desperation.

In this hopeless bind, they had no choice but to battle with everything they possessed!

The Pioneer, the Dark Emperor, and the others sprang into action without delay, the quasi-eternal sage ranks’ auras bursting forth like a toppling peak or raging ocean.

The Sword-Sea Emperor brandished the three hundred thirty-three Cursed Swords, ripping through the void, clashing with full force.

The Sword Sea saintess huddled beside Aurek, quivering at his feet.

As the ray of ruinous light neared Aurek...

An unseen shield abruptly appeared, halting every assault.

Then the shield started to push outward.

Boom—

The Sword-Sea Emperor, lunging ahead, was brutally flung back, like smashing into the world’s boundary.

The three hundred thirty-three Cursed Swords flew apart and broke into fragments.

The Pioneer and Dark Emperor’s strikes were fully blocked.

The Sword Sea sacred platform remained firm, unscathed.

Even the quaking saintess sensed no danger or force.

She glanced up at the quasi-eternal sage ranks beyond the shield, and briefly, she felt like she towered over mere insects.

No—

That wasn’t right!

It was the unseen shield that had drastically diminished the outer world’s dimension, creating that illusion.

The thought jolted her to her core.

"Not good!"

The Pioneer gnashed his teeth.

He swiftly unleashed every concealed defense he had.

Because what followed would be the fury of tens of billions of supreme sage ranks!

The Rocksage rank likewise summoned powers from the Primordial Epoch, invoking the Fate River, triggering the Rock City hidden arts—not just layering defenses but also readying for revival if obliterated!

Tens of billions of supreme sage ranks unleashed their strikes all at once.

Five hundred million Silent Extinction divine lights and fate cataclysms rained down.

Then came roughly another five hundred million Death of Life and Life Wheel blows.

Boom—boom—boom—

It felt like genesis and annihilation unfolding together.

Beyond the unseen shield lay the apocalypse’s verdict.

Within the shield, serenity reigned undisturbed.

The Sword Sea saintess watched in horror as the Sword-Sea Emperor—the quasi-eternal sage rank who had closed an age—shot a look of utter hopelessness before getting ripped apart, vanishing into nothing.

The Sword Universe couldn’t endure the destruction and started to crumble.

The fierce quakes spread far beyond the universe.

The Sword Sea lord Alexander, together with the supreme sage ranks of the Senllo Universe and Rock City, were stunned, grasping that the ultimate clash at the universe’s heart had ignited.

"Hold them off with all your might!"

In this instant, the Empyrean Sanctum troops geared up to clash while pulling back, stalling the Crossbridge Legion.

"As anticipated... the Ancients are prevailing!"

The Rock City supreme sage ranks exulted, their fighting spirit flaring high.

"No—!"

From the Sword Sea core’s depths, the Pioneer’s cries ripped across the void.

He had perished once already, reborn via the Fate River from his origin.

Still, the Lightning of Fate pursued him down the destiny thread, blasting him millions of times.

Millions of times!

Straight to the core of his fate origin and soul origin—the torment was excruciating, even for quasi-eternal sage ranks.

Just as he endured one barrage, the next crashed in.

Not merely millions of Fate Lightning hits, but Silent Extinction divine lights, Life Wheels... endless!

He was at the end of his rope.

For the first time, he truly grasped the meaning of having flight stripped away, unable to bolt.

"Ahhh—this can’t be real!"

"No!"

The Dark Emperor unleashed a wail that shredded the soul.

"Let me out!"

The Dark Emperor’s sacred form splintered repeatedly, reviving once more in the Fate River, like mired in an endless mire, thrashing to break loose.

But the surrounding turmoil was sealed by time and space.

The Doomsday Warrior’s five hundred million barrages hammered him without mercy.

The Dark Emperor’s howls echoed through the void.

...

"Hold on, this doesn’t feel right!"

The supreme sage rank from the universe’s edge Forbidden Lands abruptly scowled.

"Why does it seem... like I caught the Ancients’ screams just now?"

"Huh?! You picked it up too?!"

"Is this... some kind of illusion?"

The Stanford clan’s supreme sage rank’s face grew grim as he stared into the Sword Universe’s depths.

"Ahhh—!"

The Pioneer’s yells grew sharper.

"No... this isn’t an illusion!"

That supreme sage rank’s scalp prickled.

Shortly, cries from several quasi-eternal sage ranks echoed, halting the battlefield cold.

"What’s occurring?"

"What in the world is unfolding in the Sword Sea core?"

A wave of terror swelled in the hearts of myriad fighters.

Even the Hell Tyrant and the Cycle’s Saint Emperor displayed alarm.

"Everyone! Don’t waver, flee—!"

From the Sword Sea core’s heart, the Rocksage rank bellowed in desperation to the outside.

The hopelessness in his tone chilled listeners to the bone, as if facing some indescribable nightmare.

"No! I won’t accept this!"

"Why... I don’t want to perish here!"