The Quasi-Emperor's Wrath.
In an instant, heaven and earth changed color.
To everyone's horror, as far as the eye could see, every color between heaven and earth was rapidly being drained away, while the light itself began to dim.
All that remained were solemn, desolate shades of black and white.
The vitality between heaven and earth abruptly dwindled to almost nothing.
That boundless sea of blood seemed like a single drop of fresh blood falling into the ocean, diluted completely in the blink of an eye without leaving the slightest trace.
"Eight Immortals Stronghold!"
Lin Tian's cold voice resounded through heaven and earth, and cracks began appearing across the sky.
"Y-you... who exactly are you? I have never provoked you..."
The foremost of the Eight Immortals was an incomparably massive figure, radiating overwhelming pressure. Yet at this moment, he was trembling madly. Those scarlet, savage eyes of his were actually filled with fear and terror.
Not a trace of his previous hysterical madness remained.
Instead, he was like a thug whose disguise had been exposed—fierce on the outside, weak within.
When faced with an enemy stronger than themselves, the cowardice in one's nature would be exposed in an instant.
"The dead do not need to know so much..."
Lin Tian sneered, and his figure vanished in an instant. All that remained between heaven and earth was a sword gleam brilliant beyond compare. The sword light pierced the heavens, seeming to contain endless mysteries of creation within it, as though a vast and magnificent world were being born.
"Repent in hell!"
Accompanied by eight screams, heaven and earth suddenly became clear. As the sword light vanished, it took eight figures with it.
Lin Tian had not killed them outright. Such an easy death would not let them experience the exquisite beauty