As time passed, the immortal radiance bursting from the xiantian grand formation outside the Three Immortal Islands grew ever more brilliant. Fine cracks like a spiderweb appeared across its transparent barrier.
"He's coming out! He's coming out!"
The delight on Eastern Prince's face grew stronger.
The thought of Daochen finally escaping the Three Immortal Islands, only to be suppressed with a wave of Zhulong's hand, filled Eastern Prince with joy. He could already picture the resentment on Daochen's face.
He immediately sent Zhulong a voice transmission. "Senior, when Daochen comes out of the Three Immortal Islands, you must strike at once. He's cunning. If he escapes, catching him again will be difficult!"
Excited as he was, he still had to offer the necessary warning.
"Don't worry. He won't escape."
Zhulong stroked his dragon whiskers and waved a hand confidently.
With his mastery of time law and his cultivation at the mid Quasi-Saint stage, he could trap even a late Quasi-Saint stage expert for a while, let alone Daochen, who was merely at the early Quasi-Saint stage.
Seeing Zhulong so confident, Eastern Prince's face lit up as well.
As long as he killed Daochen this time and seized the opportunities within the Three Immortal Islands, he could easily establish the ancient Immortal Court with the title of Chief Male Immortal of the Primordial World bestowed upon him by Hongjun.
Given enough time, even the shaman and demon races would be trampled beneath his feet.
Inside the Microcosm.
Daochen's figure continued darting through the void.
Behind him, the towering mountain range was already riddled with holes and terrifying fist imprints. The void kept shattering, and scattered spatial turbulence filled the Microcosm.
The Luo Demon Tribe expert at the peak Quasi-Saint stage loomed like a primordial demonic mountain, demonic light rippling around