A cold sneer appeared on Goose Divine Immortal's face. He immediately wanted to slaughter every last one of the Mount Lu immortals on this mountain peak, swallow them into his belly, and refine their flesh and blood.
That way, he could both weaken the mountain's fortune and recover a few wisps of his magical power.
But he promptly suppressed that thought.
I cannot be so hasty. The fiend thought to himself.
The next instant, with a squelch, Goose Divine Immortal suddenly reached out and seized a Mount Lu immortal, effortlessly crushing the man's skull.
A soul leaped from that Mount Lu immortal's body, letting out a shrill scream.
But before the soul could flee, Goose Divine Immortal took a deep breath and sucked it into his nose and mouth.
A satisfied sigh escaped his lips.
The fiend then shouted at Fang Shu atop the Fortune Net, "Little friend, if you still refuse to stop, this old man truly will slaughter every person on this mountain without leaving a single one alive."
Yet after his words fell, Fang Shu remained standing above his head, continuously drawing in the Fortune Net without paying him the slightest heed.
Seeing this, Goose Divine Immortal immediately flicked his fingers.
Streams of blood mist flew from the immortal corpse before him, whistling as they spread in every direction.
Very soon, another series of shrill cries rang out. Yet these cries did not come from the mountaintop, but from the mountainside of Ancient Mount Lu.
With swishes and flashes, countless streams of blood qi rose from the foot and waist of the mountain, descending around Goose Divine Immortal.
The sight made all the immortals on the mountaintop lose their courage, their livers and gallbladders shattered.
Even Fang Shu, standing atop the net, could not help lowering his