The situation had reached a critical impasse. The cultivators of the Floodgate Realm glared at the weakened yet still dangerous Demon Immortal, their eyes burning with anger and determination to end the threat once and for all.
The Demon Immortal, knowing the stakes, had abandoned any pretense of immortal dignity.
He breathed heavily, trying to regain strength while holding the black sun close to the Eastern Sea barrier. The destructive power it held caused the barrier to tremble violently.
Massive chains, etched with seals, began to emerge from the turbulent sea, glowing faintly and resonating with ominous vibrations.
Under the Demon Immortal's deadly threat, the Eastern Sea barrier showed signs of breaking, becoming increasingly unstable.
"Drop your immortal treasures immediately! Don't push me!" The Demon Immortal roared, pressing the black sun against the barrier.
