In that instant, all enemies of Humanity felt a chill to the bone.
Just as the Nether River had foreseen, no new Supreme had appeared—but what appeared were Champions of all generations!
They would rather have two more Supremes show up than this!
One Champion Cloak after another whipped wildly in the air, like crimson battle standards streaming in the wind.
The Chaos Demons and Nether River Venerables all sensed the incoming danger.
A peak Champion could stand toe to toe with a Supreme.
Now that the Champions of all generations had gathered, whatever Supreme came would die all the same!
Deep Red, with its twisted psyche and indescribable form, had its sharp instincts screaming a warning, driving it to flee as fast as possible.
The Corpse King, whose identity in life had been unimaginably great, felt its corpse-body instinctively brace itself in alarm.
