Tang Changsheng was shaken to his core. Back when his horizons had been narrower, he had assumed Pan God was merely an Earth Immortal. Now, hearing True Lord Yude say he was a Taiyi Immortal, Tang Changsheng realized just how terrifying he was.
No wonder the Immortal Sects had sent more than two hundred Yang Spirit True Persons into the Netherworld last time, along with numerous experts from the Heavenly Court and even Immortal Refiners to hold the line, yet still could do nothing to Pan God!
Inside Pan City.
"Has the Ancestral God still not answered?" The lord of Dun City stared blankly at the Wizard on the Altar, who was offering Blood Sacrifices without pause to beg Pan God for a response. Sweat poured off the city lord.
Dozens of slaves had already been driven onto the Altar and killed. Blood flowed along channels cut into its surface, staining the long-browned stone dark red once more.
"Not enough! Still not enough! I need more slaves!" The Pan Tribe Wizard stood on the Altar, shouting like a madman with a severed head in his hand.
A vast terror gripped him, driving him almost to madness.
No one had imagined that Dun City's impregnable City Wall would suddenly collapse in an explosion.
This was a place bathed in Pan God's radiance, a major city of the Pan Tribe!
Yet as he watched the enemy charge into Pan City, he could not call upon Pan God's power. Even his connection to Pan God kept breaking off...
"Those Otherworldly Gods! It must be those Otherworldly Gods from the Outer Regions! I need more blood slaves to sacrifice to the Ancestral God!"
The lord of Dun City wiped the greasy sweat from his brow and waved a hand. Another group of slaves was