Nearly thirty thousand immortals stood before the Ancient Divine Boat, all emanating an ancient, desolate aura. They were Ancient Immortals who had survived from the Primordial Era!
Among them were more than five hundred Primordial Mystic Immortals and over sixty Archaic World Immortals!
There were a full five Grand Luo Golden Immortals—three men and two women—all radiating terrifying Immortal Might.
At their head stood a towering, burly man. His skin was bronze-colored, his back broad and waist thick, and his beard stood straight like stiff blades of thatch. He possessed an exceedingly solemn and imposing majesty.
The momentum of All Gods was undoubtedly even stronger. Though there were only a little over ten thousand of them, they resembled an iron-blooded army capable of tearing apart any formidable foe with ease!
Eight hundred Low Gods!
More than two hundred Mid-level Gods!
Over eighty High Gods!
At their head stood an incomparably handsome youth in a blue robe. Though his hands were empty, he carried an aura that looked down upon the whole world!
"You have quite the nerve, trespassing into the territory of the great God Race! Very well! You shall all remain here today!"
Before that towering man could speak, a horse-faced man behind him stepped forward from the crowd and began shouting arrogantly.
Although he could not sense how many powerful experts were within the Divine Ark, he remained brimming with confidence!
This place was already close to the Nine Divine Nests. Why should they fear an enemy attack?
Moreover, the Primordial Immortals instinctively looked down upon Immortal Dao experts of this era, whose orthodoxy was incomplete...
"Whoosh!"
Chen Xuan took one step forward and left the Ancient Divine Boat.
Little Qilin, Pig Emperor, Mo Kuanglong, and the others followed, flying out one after another to stand behind him,