Within the ink-black Devouring Space, the Bald Golden Immortal was drenched in blood, crimson fluid streaming all over him.
Strands of his flesh were being shaved away bit by bit. Each stripping felt as though his very life force were being cut apart inch by inch.
At this moment, he was filled with regret, his guts practically turning green with it. He wanted nothing more than to slap himself a few times. Had he known Jiang Ping An was this formidable, not even death could have made him rashly charge in alone.
In merely a brief moment, more than half of the surging immortal power within him had already been depleted.
If this continued, it would not be long before the flesh on his body was sliced away inch by inch by the white-haired man before him.
"You bastard, just you wait for this old man! Once my brothers get in here, they'll definitely tear you into ten thousand pieces and kill you here!"
The Bald Golden Immortal roared through gritted teeth as he struggled to hold on, desperately hoping his other four comrades would hurry inside and save him.
He was certain that no matter how powerful this white-haired man was, he would absolutely be unable to withstand all five of them attacking together.
Time slipped silently by, every second tormenting him like an ordeal, yet those four comrades seemed to have sunk into the sea, showing no sign of appearing at all.
The Bald Golden Immortal grew increasingly anxious, unease spreading wildly through his heart like weeds. What the hell is going on? Why haven't the four of them come in to help yet?
Could it be that this man's Devouring Space barrier is extremely difficult to break, preventing them from entering?
*But that shouldn't be possible. This