"Are you insane?! Why are you acting as the tiger's accomplice? What benefits did that beast promise you?!"
"A dignified Immortal, keeping company with demons?!"
Along a path shrouded in gray mist, the old man bound tightly in iron chains struggled with all his might. His violent movements continually shook stone chips from his body.
The two Half-Life Immortals had originally been evenly matched. Otherwise, they would not have been locked in a tug-of-war across Yong Province for so many years without ever determining a true victor.
Now that he was in the Netherworld Underworld and the Mountain God was badly wounded, how could he possibly have any chance to resist?
It was not as though great demons had never emerged beneath heaven and earth.
Not to mention a mere provincial prefecture—even across the mountains and seas, world-stirring fiendish demons often appeared, their wicked courage surging as they fought and slew Immortals.
Yet nearly all Immortals, upon realizing that things could not be salvaged and that they were trapped in a hopeless situation, would calmly go to their deaths.
For they knew clearly that even if they were torn into ten thousand pieces, it would only be temporary.
They would ultimately remold their Immortal Bodies and return, receiving praise and rewards.
As for those so-called fiendish demons, they would be met with suppression at the hands of High Immortals.
At this moment, however, the Mountain God was panicked to the extreme.
Even if Young Master Qi truly seized the Night Patrol God's Immortal Body, there was no reason for him to obey a Demon King.
No matter how ferocious that Demon King might be.
Something was wrong! Something had to have gone wrong!
"Quiet."
The burly White Wolf strode closer. His broad wolf paws pressed down upon the old man's