The Immortal Palace had been destroyed to such an extent? Everyone stood dumbfounded. Ji Wu, who had escaped in time when the Immortal Palace fell, floated in the air, holding Crocodile Snow Lord in one hand and playing with Lu Yanqing's arm with the other. Nie Xiaoqian and the six Great Commanders were all hovering in the air as well, their faces pale as they watched the battle below. Another terrifying figure had locked into a fight to the death; this was no longer something so-called masters like them could interfere in. Though they were usually considered experts who shook the Immortal Realm, in the eyes of any one of those below, they were not worth mentioning. Pull out any one of them, and with a mere gesture, they could kill them in seconds. Even if they wanted to help the Immortal Emperor, their hearts were willing but their strength was lacking. What was more, some among them had begun casting unfathomable looks around, no one knowing what schemes they harbored. All of them were still alive and well, yet Wangqing—the one who had stood high upon the roof ridge of the Immortal Palace—was nowhere to be seen. The sounds of battle below rang out for a while before abruptly stopping. The reason was simple: Bi Changchun had formed another sphere of light, hiding within it while standing atop a glowing taiji disk.
The refined and elegant Nether Emperor Bai Qi was in a sorry state. His white robe was disheveled, and his snow-white garments were stained with his own blood, greatly diminishing his image. Immortal Emperor Jin Tai was no better off; his golden crown had been knocked away again, leaving his hair in disorder. One held the Black Radiance Nether Mirror, the other the Golden Cloud Staff. As