The Prison Warden Immortal Art, the Nine-Yang Immortal Art, and the Three

One monk carried water to drink.

Two monks carried water to drink.

Three monks had no water to drink.

Now, with the three immortals of the Eternal Hall arriving, the standoff had shifted from two sides to three.

Yet the Immortal-Corpse World behind the Demon-Subduing Formation held only two Immortal Corpses.

Two Immortal Corpses.

Three factions.

There was no way to divide them.

When White Candle Emperor Lord saw the three immortals arrive, realization suddenly dawned on him. It was as though a barrier had broken, leaving his soul far clearer.

He understood at once: So the Eternal Hall was scheming behind the scenes!

Anger rose in him.

No one would be pleased to learn he had been manipulated for nothing and used as a weapon.

But after seeing Zhou Yan withstand two immortal arts, White Candle Emperor Lord feared him most of all.

Everything else could wait.

Zhou Yan alone could not be allowed to live!

White Candle Emperor Lord looked toward the three immortals. Pretending he knew nothing of their scheme, he sent a message: "Fellow Daoists, Zhou Yan can withstand immortal arts. He's too terrifying. There are two Immortal Corpses here. Why don't we work together, eliminate Zhou Yan, then each take one and leave at once? Delay might bring more trouble. What do you three think?"

Three monks had no water to drink.

Then they would kill one first.

From afar, Pure Void Great Immortal had also seen Zhou Yan block White Candle Emperor Lord's Ten-Heavens Supreme Heart-Demon True Curse Immortal Art. He, too, was deeply wary of Zhou Yan.

And the Immortal Corpses were enough to stir anyone's heart.

Joining forces with the Ziyang Immortal Palace to knock Zhou Yan out first was a fine choice.

The three immortals exchanged glances and swiftly reached an