A meteor crashed down;
Then the Treasure Ship exploded.
A violent shockwave surged in every direction, triggering Treasure Light barriers around ship after ship.
The tranquil Immortal Spirit Path was instantly set ablaze by this blood-red meteor.
There were several thousand Dark Cultists below the Immortal level here. They reacted the slowest, scrambling toward the outer edges of the Treasure Ships as they drew out their magical treasures and weapons.
The hundreds of immortal soldiers clad in black armor, along with the other two True Immortals who had not been ambushed, had already rushed toward the shattered Treasure Ship at the front.
Who dared ambush them?
That collision alone had shattered the primordial spirits of more than ten Integration Realm cultivators aboard the foremost Treasure Ship, while another one or two hundred were injured.
The figures rushing in from behind hurriedly came to a stop.
There was no other reason;
As the debris and smoke cleared, they saw two nearly overlapping figures.
Their commander, the Second-Rank True Immortal Zhilan, was currently wrapped in pale gray immortal light, all of it compressed tightly against the surface of her skin.
Her slender neck was being viciously gripped by a massive black claw.
Fine Dragon Scales covered the back of that claw, extending up the arm to outline a burly body, as well as... three heads that were calm, enraged, and serene.
Three-Headed Dragon Demon, Strange Soul Puppet!
That appearance alone intimidated quite a few Dark Cultists.
Immortal Zhilan only looked miserable.
The two were already locked in a contest of strength.
If she had been a mortal, she would either have suffocated or had her neck snapped by now. But she was a True Immortal. Not only could she endure with her own immortal power, but a True Immortal's Immortal Body was