Desperate Situation? Not Quite... I Have a Plan! Ten Billion Fortune Points! In the chaos, a deathly silence reigned.
The Immortal Kings who had hidden far away, already prepared to die, now stood frozen in place, their faces filled with incredulous horror.
They had watched with their own eyes as Lu Qingyun, single-handedly, went from severely wounded to instantly turning the tide, then sweeping through the entire battlefield. The whole process had taken only a few dozen breaths.
More than a dozen Immortal Kings—including a Qilin King who was just one step away from becoming a peerless Immortal King—had all been slain by him alone!
"Terrifying... Is he really someone who broke through to the Immortal King realm less than a year ago?" A white-haired Immortal King muttered, his voice trembling. "When I broke through back then, it took me a hundred thousand years just to stabilize my realm, and a million years to complete my first transformation. Compared to him, I might as well have lived all these years as a dog."
"If he were given another hundred years... no, even ten years!" Another Immortal King's eyes flashed with fervor before swiftly dimming again. "He would absolutely break through to become a peerless Immortal King, perhaps even truly touch the Emperor Realm! By then, this Emperor's sword light might not be able to stop him!"
"What a pity... it's too late."
A sigh rang out, voicing everyone's thoughts.
The crushing descent of that vast world was already close at hand. Behind them lay certain death, and before them lay the dead end forged by an Emperor.
They no longer had time to wait for Lu Qingyun to grow stronger.
The Immortal King Qingming walked over to Lu Qingyun's side. Looking at the lingering blood mist of Immortal Kings scattered