Ever since hearing that the Thunder Emperor had emerged, the four Crippled Immortals had paid a tremendous price to send down their divine sense and personally question Five Elements Mountain. The conclusion left them in despair: at his peak, the Thunder Emperor could slay Immortal Kings.
Each began thinking of ways to survive, drawing on karmic ties they had once established to contact beings within the Forbidden Zones of the Nine Heavens, each deploying their own supernatural powers.
The upper ranks of the factions under the four Crippled Immortals also knew something of these matters, so Shi Hao's words had struck at the fear in their hearts.
"Such a sharp tongue. You won't be laughing for much longer," the Master of Sword Valley said indifferently.
Then the Masters of the factions under the Crippled Immortals prepared to capture Shi Hao. This was the will of the True Immortals, and it could not be defied.
Everyone watched Shi Hao, trapped in a hopeless situation, and sighed inwardly. They had never imagined that Desolation, who had swept through Ancient Immortal with such dazzling brilliance, would meet an untimely end like this. Once he fell into the Crippled Immortals' hands, escape would be impossible.
Snuffing out Heavenly Prodigies, blotting out the sky with a single hand!
"A pack of shameless bastards, attacking a junior!"
A little fatty in the crowd looked desperately anxious. "Why isn't Master here yet? Don't tell me he's overslept again!"
Whoom!
Without warning, the entire area grew dim, as though darkness had descended.
The surrounding beings looked up in surprise, and all received a fright. It was the Yinglong that had appeared before the Ancient Immortal Bud bloomed.
It blotted out the sky and sun, its pair of dragon wings like clouds hanging from the heavens. Only its eyes