Immortal light blazed brilliantly, yet the atmosphere within the vast City of Fallen Immortals was exceedingly strange.
The densely packed Dark Hordes bowed their heads deeply, filled with reverence.
Even Ming Zhanyuan, ranked thirtieth on the Destiny Ranking, was kneeling on one knee, paying a grand salute toward the two figures before him.
Mi Jian, the Near Dao Earth Immortal who had been arrogant and unyielding moments ago, stared wide-eyed, his remaining half-body trembling.
Reflected in his eyes were two figures. One was pitch-black all over, with cold, haughty eyes—the unmistakable appearance of a Dark Nether Clan member.
The other figure also had black skin, but his body was covered in purplish-red patterns, as though his entire body were about to split apart.
Light flickered across those purplish-red patterns from time to time, as if immense power were about to flow out from within them.
The being covered in purplish-red patterns grinned, looking at Mi Jian with extreme disdain.
"You, you..."
Mi Jian spoke, his voice incomparably strained as he struggled to utter two names.
"Ming Cangmu..."
"Shi Miehang..."
Sensing the fear in Mi Jian's heart, a trace of disdain flickered through the cold, arrogant eyes of Ming Cangmu, the pitch-black Dark Nether Clan member.
"A Near Dao Earth Immortal of the Yun Province Imperial Clan, yet you only have this much courage and still dared to be so arrogant? You even wanted to break the deadlock after recovering? Are you dreaming?"
"Hehe..."
Ming Cangmu's words were steeped in humiliation.
Yet Mi Jian did not retort. Instead, he grew even more terrified, his throat bobbing as he swallowed a mouthful of bitter saliva.
"Already scared to this extent?"
"What a... bore!"
Disappointment appeared in Shi Miehang's eyes, his entire body seeming on the verge of cracking apart. He seemed to