"Wild Heaven Emperor's master, is that it? You can't kill me."
Within the torrent of distorted time and space, endless firelight refined vast amounts of Gray Mist. Yet a cold, emotionless voice suddenly rang out, shaking time and space.
A hazy figure reappeared. Behind him, the grand and ancient Sacrificial Ground returned. The Chief Sacrificer of the Gray Mist had not died. After Yan Kuan refined a large amount of Gray Mist, he unexpectedly reappeared, more complete and powerful than before, when he had been intercepted midway.
The Chief Sacrificer of the Gray Mist stared coldly at Yan Kuan from within the flames. Icy light shot from his eyes as he said, "Path-End Level beings—what you call Immortal Emperors—even if something unexpected happens and their bodies perish and Dao scatters, so long as a single thought of them remains in this world, they can live again, undying and indestructible.
"However, there are ultimately certain special places and methods in this world capable of killing Path-End Level beings like you.
"But my race is different. So long as our ancestral land remains, we can forever remain in this world and return again. You are not as powerful as Wild Heaven Emperor. How many times can you kill me? And once I probe your true nature and seize even the slightest flaw, you will surely die..."
The Gray Chief Priest spoke. Although he had been utterly crushed in his earlier clash with Yan Kuan, he could clearly sense that Yan Kuan differed from Shi Hao. Yan Kuan did not seem as terrifyingly powerful as the latter. Though he was still a major threat, he remained within the range that could be dealt with.
"I'm surprised you didn't call for help."
Yan Kuan spoke calmly. In an instant, the firelight surged once more,