The words "Immortal King" alone were enough to shake stars and mountains, to crush the ages!
Only when someone on the altar gave a quiet grunt did the army rise and stand looking toward it, like ants gazing up at a celestial dragon.
"Fall back!" several towering figures commanded, ordering the army to retreat.
Many faces turned solemn. They recognized those figures: all were Immortals from their own side, equivalent to the True Immortals of the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths!
The army of the Foreign Land was strictly disciplined. Upon hearing the order, they immediately withdrew in perfect unison.
Before long, the soldiers who had retreated far into the distance felt their breath catch. They dimly sensed a mysterious, terrifying pressure sweeping across the cosmos.
What were they about to do?
"It is time for the Nine Heavens to be destroyed!"
"Roar!"
Suddenly, a mighty roar rang out, and an immense power surged from the altar. A dark aura blanketed heaven and earth, sweeping across the world with a terrifying presence that made everyone tremble.
Sound waves rolled over the altar, shattering space. A figure sat cross-legged upon a chariot, wreathed in black mist and radiating an aura of destruction.
Boom!
In the Great Desert, a weapon was unleashed-a long spear blazing with brilliant golden light. Golden radiance and geng metal qi flowed from it, illuminating the ages as it thrust forcefully into Emperor Pass. Its edge was incomparably fierce, fierce winds howled, and even the stars filling the sky seemed to lose their light at that moment.
The Anlan Spear!
This was the weapon of Ancient Patriarch Anlan, reputed to pierce anything. In the future, even someone as powerful as the Horned Ant would be impaled by it, his blood splashing across the starry sky.
Of course, Anlan,