"You!" Wang Xuan gritted his teeth.
Pfft!
Just then, an accident occurred on two battlefields.
They were Jail Master's and Angel Saint Emperor's battlefields. Their cultivation levels were ultimately too far behind; they had not yet reached the point where they could contend with the remnant thoughts of Immortal Emperors, and now they were already at the end of their tether.
The two coughed up blood in great mouthfuls. Their Emperor Bodies were riddled with holes and covered in cracks, as though they might shatter at any moment.
Their weapons were also on the verge of breaking, unable to withstand true imperial power.
"That's all you can do? Compared to those two, you are indeed far inferior," the Immortal Emperor fighting them said mercilessly.
"Heh, keep acting arrogant. Your people are about to die!" Wang Xuan looked at Hua Yunfei.
"Is that so?" Hua Yunfei neither confirmed nor denied it, looking toward Jail Master and Angel Saint Emperor.
He had originally planned to deploy the Mitian Battle Array and Mitian Battle Armor from the start, but judging by Gaishi and the others, none of them would likely have been willing to rely on external power.
They were all proud people. With such fine whetstones before them, it would have been too great a pity not to force themselves to the limit.
The same was true for Jail Master and Angel Saint Emperor. They had received great opportunities—Emperor Pills and Emperor Souls—and were still in the stage of digesting and growing from them. They too wanted to take this chance to truly fight an Immortal Emperor and force out their own potential.
Though they were no match for them, the two had certainly benefited greatly.
Now that they had been defeated, it was time for him to deploy the Mitian Battle