Almost in the blink of an eye, everyone returned to normal.
They then looked around in bewilderment, and their gazes finally fell on the Sack in Lin Cheng's hand...
"So... it's over?" Lin Ze murmured.
The others looked over as well, shame in their eyes.
So many of them had joined forces, yet they had failed to take down a top-tier Immortal Lord!
Of course, the main reason was that, for some unknown reason, their opponent had been able to wield a trace of spacetime power. That was a force only Immortal Emperors could command; at the very least, one had to reach the Quasi-Emperor realm to touch upon the mysteries of spacetime laws.
They had been caught completely off guard.
"This fellow is rather interesting..."
Lin Cheng held the Sack in his hand with interest. It kept writhing, something inside struggling without pause. A strange light flashed in Lin Cheng's eyes as he said in surprise, "This thing... this thing doesn't seem to be alive... No, that's not right!"
He sensed it carefully.
Logically, with his strength, anything shut inside the Sack would be sealed in an instant.
Yet after that strange young man entered it, he had somehow retained a certain degree of vitality.
Now that was interesting.
"This... seems to be an Imperial Weapon that has developed its own consciousness!"
A moment later, Lin Cheng understood something, and the surprise in his eyes deepened.
He finally understood why those eight leaders had not taken this fellow away, instead keeping him hidden in their headquarters all along... That strange young man was no powerful expert at all, but an Imperial Weapon that had developed its own consciousness!
Those eight fellows had been trying to use some method to continuously refine and suppress the Imperial Weapon's consciousness.
That was