However, this surprised some Immortal Kings. Even though they had already harbored disrespect and were careless in their words, there was no imagined Heaven's Punishment descending; everything remained tranquil, without the slightest ripple.
On the ship's bow deck, the expressions of the four Phantom Immortal Emperors shrouded in black mist, unchanging since antiquity, finally shifted.
It was the kind of anger that seemed akin to gnashing one's teeth.
These insignificant ants, not only had they somehow acquired such a Formation, but they also dared to rely on it for resistance!
Of course, what infuriated them most was their inability to see through the Formation.
"Though I don't know where you ants obtained such a Formation capable of forcibly binding my Ancient Ship here..."
"I am truly curious—who gave you such confidence to believe that you could resolve everything here? Or do you think simply trapping me here suffices?"
