Many Foreign Realm creatures could not accept this reality. They threw back their heads and howled madly, as if possessed.
Inside Imperial Pass, silence reigned.
"Heavens, this isn't an illusion, is it? Brother, pinch me—hard!"
"Ow... that hurt! You really pinched me that hard?"
"You told me to use force. Now you know it's real, right? We won!"
"We won! The Immortal King was driven back! We won!"
Upon Imperial Pass, countless beings cheered and leapt with joy. Though this battle had nothing to do with them, they were still incomparably delighted—happier even than if they had won a battle themselves.
That had been an Immortal King of the Foreign Realm, an existence at the Immortal King level, and he had nearly been beaten to death. It was simply earth-shattering.
As for the giant hand that had suddenly appeared, no one cared who its owner was. They regarded it as a miracle and simply ignored the matter.
In the heavens, that giant hand had already vanished. The Qiankun Bag also fell silent and descended toward Imperial Pass.
"Damn it!"
Beyond the Heavenly Abyss came the furious roar of an Immortal King. It was An Lan.
With the aid of the other Immortal Kings, he had purged the mysterious force from his body and reassembled himself. Yet both his flesh and primordial spirit had suffered grievous wounds, and even his cultivation had fallen. He had nearly dropped out of the King Realm.
One of his hands had even been severed, and it could not regrow in a short time. This filled him with boundless resentment.
To recover completely, who knew how long it would take? This era was nearly at its end; perhaps he would not return to his former state until the next era.
"Today's humiliation shall be repaid someday!"