For thirty thousand years of fierce battle, even the Quasi-Immortal Emperor was nearing exhaustion, their oil nearly run dry, as they fought incessantly. The toll was immense.
From afar, the four formidable beings resembled skeletons, their flesh withered away, bones protruding, skin dull and devoid of luster, their divine essence depleted!
Fighting to such an extent, even with wounds on their bodies, no blood would flow.
They could draw upon the essence of heaven and earth, yet the divine blood they produced could not match their current consumption. Life waned, soul flames flickered, with the possibility of extinguishing completely.
A Quasi-Immortal Emperor could not be slain in a moment, but beings of the same level, slowly wearing them down, could eventually end them.
Yet, even at this stage, the divine skills they unleashed remained the strongest. Otherwise, if they could not ward off their opponents' attacks, they might encounter mortal danger.
