The Eight Extremes Heavenly Tail swallowed the Sage Magical Treasure. When Ying Huo flew into a rage, he immediately found where the Eight Extremes Heavenly Tail was. He even sensed that the Heavenly Aperture was being rapidly damaged, quickly destroyed. How could Ying Huo not be furious?
The Heavenly Aperture was Ying Huo's magical treasure, into which he had poured endless effort. He had even paid any price to grant it a Divine Spirit Name, and was preparing to seize this tremendous opportunity of Heaven for it. He had cherished it like a lover, yet now Zhong Shan was going to destroy it?
Ying Huo came toward Zhong Shan with a roar, ignoring the entanglement of the many Ancestral Immortals.
A Sage's aura was terrifying beyond measure. At least, in the eyes of the people under Heaven, a Sage was the strongest existence in the world. This overbearing Sage brought down a tremendous pressure, suppressing everything below. That aura seemed capable of destroying everything in the world—a sheer deterrence.
Human Butcher and Jin Peng were too late. The eighteen Ancestral Immortals of the wolf clan were too late as well, while Emperor Xuan Sha was immersed in absorbing the Rootless Qi Number.
The floating island where Zhong Shan stood was like a tiny boat on a sea lashed by violent storms, swaying on the verge of collapse.
The highest cultivation on the floating island where Zhong Shan stood belonged to Zhong Shan, Corpse Mister, and Heavenly Old—the three Ancient Immortals.
In the eyes of ordinary people, the cultivation of an Ancient Immortal and a Sage was separated by a gulf of ten thousand miles. It was like three ants facing an enraged lion—a calamity of colossal proportions!
"Sacred King!" Jin Peng shouted in alarm from afar.
But no matter how