Of the five Celestial Venerables, only Still Water Celestial Venerable had survived.
Even Still Water Celestial Venerable, who had survived, was now weak and wan, his face pale as paper...
As a Middle Celestial Venerable, his strength might have been slightly greater than that of the other four Celestial Venerables. However, in that kind of chaotic melee, personal strength was no longer important. His survival had depended on nothing more than a sliver of fortune.
Still Water Celestial Venerable stared at that grain of sand with lingering fear. He had to admit that, deep down, he had already acknowledged that Luo Zheng truly had the capital to be arrogant—the source of it was this immortal mansion!
All the Celestial Venerables had deliberately kept a certain distance from that grain of sand, afraid they would be swept up by those two-colored bands of light again.
Mysterious Devil Celestial Venerable's expression was gloomy. Earlier, in order to rescue Dark Devil Old Monster, he had also charged into the battle. Unfortunately, not only had he failed to save Dark Devil Old Monster's life, he had instead suffered serious injuries himself.
Yet unlike the other Celestial Venerables, he did not move away from the grain of sand. Instead, he approached it alone. A cold sneer was hidden in that grim, icy face of his. "What a Desperate Melee. Truly, that power surpasses imagination. But with only me here, I wonder what use your Desperate Melee can possibly have?"
Mysterious Devil Celestial Venerable was testing him as well...
But he already knew that the Desperate Melee was merely a formation that forced bound living beings to slaughter one another. Formations of this type were not uncommon in the Upper Realm; every Great Race had one.
For example, the Hundred Spirits United Formation. Over a hundred