On the forward deck of the ship, the four towering figures all had sullen expressions, looking down upon the Immortal Kings hiding in the dark as if they were a flock of lambs awaiting slaughter.
A group of ants, rather than bowing down to them upon arrival, had the audacity to defy them and resist their coming. Such behavior, insulting the Emperor's might, could be easily and effortlessly punished by death.
For them, life and death were not the harshest punishments; beyond life and death, they preferred to see a flock of lost sheep find the correct direction.
For example, being purified by Holy Blood, becoming one of their bloodline.
A corner of the Universe.
Qi Yu Immortal King's lower body exploded, blood splattered, the scorching and brilliant blood intertwined with surging immortal power, transforming into a gorgeous mist, slowly drifting through the Universe.
His upper body barely maintained a flying posture, his eyes filled with terror.
Too terrifying.
