The Might of Floating Slaughter

At the same time, dozens of figures stood in attendance around the magnificent palanquin slowly descending from above. Every one of them possessed an immense, unfathomable aura, deep as an abyss.

Moreover, even the weakest among them radiated a surging presence that made Zhou Tianzheng and Lan An below feel suffocated with terror.

As for several stronger experts with cold, stern faces and lofty arrogance, merely sweeping their gazes across this stretch of heaven and earth was enough to freeze all things—even the void itself.

"Outrageously bold and utterly rampant!"

Lan An, arrogant by nature and arrogant for who knew how many ages, saw the fury in his heart blaze fiercely after his initial shock.

Especially before Zhou Tianzheng, his sworn nemesis of the immortal path, that rage scorched his heart so fiercely it seemed ready to burst from all seven of his orifices.

Thus, he forcibly rallied his demonic essence and true power, driving his war chariot another step forward. Raising his spear to point at the palanquin, he shouted sharply, "What petty wretch dares disrupt this king's battlefield? State your name at once! This realm belongs to this king—"

Before he could finish, a burly man beside the palanquin, with dragon horns sprouting from his head, cast him an indifferent glance.

"Pfft!"

Under that single glance, Lan An seemed to suffer a crushing blow. His heavy armor exploded instantly, and demonic blood spurted from all over his body like fountains.

His entire body then fell uncontrollably from the ancient war chariot, his knees smashing fiercely into the earth with thunderous, unceasing tremors.

Lan An immediately threw back his head and let out a pained, unwilling roar. "Aaaahhh! Tuo Yu, save me!!"

The moment that roar rang out, another powerful aura hidden in the deepest reaches of the otherworldly