435. Primordial Emperor, Ultimate Sublimation

"What were we even here for?"

The old Peng Prince beside them swallowed hard and said blankly, "With the Investiture of the Gods being this formidable, why did the seven great ultimate forces need to join hands to hunt Saint Cliff?"

"Yeah, yeah!"

Several demon kings of the Eastern Wasteland nodded in unison, as though waking from a dream.

Divine King Taixu, the ancient Jade Lake Holy Maiden, the Ji Family's old Great Sage, and the other sages said nothing, but their expressions plainly showed their agreement. They were completely unnecessary here.

"No, since we came, the Investiture of the Gods can take a break."

The Wushi Bell's divine spirit suddenly cracked a joke, and the entire scene fell silent.

The giant golden hand came crashing down again, driving back the Undying Daoist and destroying everything in its path.

"Wushi brat! Investiture of the Gods! I will show you the wrath of a giant of the Imperial Dao! I will show you that Great Emperors and ancient emperors cannot be insulted!!"

His Purple Gold Crown had been knocked off. With his hair hanging loose and his face twisted in fury, the Undying Daoist stood upon the ravaged earth, crisscrossed by ravines, and threw back his head in a venomous roar.

His Primordial Spirit body, riddled with cracks, seemed ready to collapse at any moment. Golden divine flames that burned through the void suddenly ignited across its surface and swiftly spread over his entire body.

His aura rose steadily with them, as though it could pierce the heavens and tear apart the earth.

The Investiture of the Gods, which had been displaying overwhelming might, was somewhat taken aback. "Primordial Spirit flames? He's already burning the source of his soul? Is he preparing to fight to the death so soon?"

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