Rumble—
Accompanied by Immortal God's venomous, shrill cry, like the screech of a night owl, the last remaining structure within Sou Shen Gong collapsed with a thunderous crash.
Nie Renwang and Divine Speed Guardian in the east, along with Zhu Wushi, Purple Clad King Jing, and the others in the south, all looked in alarm toward Immortal God, who still radiated a formidable and terrifying aura despite having lost both arms. They were shaken and intimidated.
The eruption of power just now had been so terrifying that even warriors as powerful as them now felt lingering fear. Had they been at the center of that battle, they would most likely already be dead.
And now, could Immortal God, who was clearly gravely wounded, still unleash power on the same level as before?
"Purple Clad King Jing, you have already lost!"
At that moment, Zhu Wushi slowly rose from the ruins. His dragon-like eyes stared sternly at the ragged, listless Purple Clad King Jing as he strode toward him step by step.
"Hehehe, Zhu Wushi, I only lost to you because I am not as devious as you." Purple Clad King Jing laughed bitterly, then abruptly coughed up a mouthful of blood. His expression suddenly changed as he shouted furiously within his mind, "Purple Clad! How dare you!?"
"Hmph! What would I not dare? King Jing, you are too foolish! When it comes to scheming, you still need to learn from me! I have waited a long time for this day!"
A powerful mental force suddenly erupted from deep within Purple Clad King Jing's mind, causing a backlash.
Immediately afterward, Purple Clad King Jing's body trembled. With a tap of his feet against the ground, he shot toward the passageway at a speed faster than a gale, his voice carrying back