Feathered Immortal Sect.
Wang Sui sat on the steps, his face weary. In the distance lay dozens of Tribulation Qi Demon corpses they had just slain. These Tribulation Qi Demons were all from the Witch Cultivator lineage. To deal with them, Wang Sui had used countless methods, even detonating his Natal Magic Artifact. Fortunately, they had ultimately dealt with the enemies and completed the sect's assigned mission.
"Old Mo is dead."
Beside Wang Sui, an old man with a grizzled beard spoke.
Like Wang Sui, this old man was a True Immortal Realm powerhouse. Before the Immortal Court was annihilated, the two of them had both been Immortal Court officials.
"A Shaman Immortal Level Curse. He held on for half an hour."
The old man leaned against a stone pillar, his gaze somewhat dazed.
He could no longer remember how many Witch Cultivators he had killed. Among them were no lack of renowned Witch Immortal powerhouses. But Tribulation Qi Demons could not be killed. They could kill them ten times, a hundred times, but it only took one mistake on their side to lose their lives.
Old Mo, whom the old man spoke of, was one of them.
"Perhaps death is better."
Wang Sui looked exhausted. It took him a long while to say those words.
The Immortal Realm was now filled with Tribulation Qi Demons everywhere. True Immortal Realm experts like them were still comparatively fortunate—they had the strength to fight back and knew what their enemies looked like. The Immortal Cultivators who had not crossed the Immortal-Mortal Threshold were the truly miserable ones. The moment they entered the battlefield, they would be swept away by the aftershocks and die an unjust death, not even knowing who had killed them.
"How much longer do you think we can live?"