Li Ye and the others stared wide-eyed at the three old men standing high in the sky, speaking with the Dark True Immortal.
"Mm, I misspoke. You're just three fish that slipped through the net."
"Soon to be buried."
The Dark True Immortal sneered, his face full of disdain.
He was tall, with a ram's head and horns atop a human body. His black pupils were like unfathomable abyssal whirlpools, slowly turning.
Vast tracts of mountains and land were sucked into his eyes and vanished into thin air.
Including the living.
After seeing this through the remnant immortal artifact, Li Ye and the others' expressions changed drastically. "This is bad. He's intent on killing them."
Ji Wudi noticed it too and hurriedly shouted, "Three old-timers, come down, quickly!"
He knew the three old men had little time left to live and were on the verge of Dao Transformation. They had already accepted life and death, and seemed intent on challenging their opponent a little.
But these were three ancient heroes, survivors who had only barely made it through. Li Ye and the others didn't want anything to happen to them.
They wanted the three old men to pass away in peace.
"Old-timers, don't take it to heart. This junior will take his head one day and avenge the ancient martyrs."
Li Ye shouted.
But the three old men didn't move at all. They stood high in the sky, letting the whirlpool in their opponent's eyes spread toward them.
"Since you're about to die, I, your Ancestor, will show mercy and send you on your way."
"Hahaha!"
The Dark True Immortal laughed loudly. The whirlpool in his eyes spread faster, closing in on the three old men in the blink of an eye, moving at an unknowable speed across countless light-years.