"Kill!"
Lin Fan pursued Kundi, his attacks growing fiercer. Immortal King beams filled his surroundings, tearing apart this universe as he unleashed a slaughter.
He showed this realm no mercy, wreaking whatever destruction he could. He even wanted to chop down the Foreign Realm's World Tree.
Just as they had ravaged the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths beyond recognition at the end of the Immortal Ancient era, he would now repay them tooth for tooth!
Splat!
Kundi was drenched in blood. Even with his body nearly blasted apart, he turned and fled, neither lingering in battle nor fighting to the death. It was deeply strange.
This was a giant among Immortal Kings, hailed as the greatest expert in the Foreign Realm. How could he be so cowardly, without a shred of fighting spirit?
Even Wu Shang showed greater courage than him now, still campaigning against the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths without retreating.
"Has this old bastard grown more afraid of death the longer he lives? Something's wrong..." Lin Fan murmured. Though his eyes were red with bloodlust, he had not lost his reason.
Hiss!
Finally, after entering another universe, Kundi stopped fleeing and landed on a sturdy ancient land.
This place was vast and eternally enduring. At its center stood a divine temple that radiated pale golden light, incomparably sacred.
It was this strange divine temple, accompanied by light rain, that made the place seem exceptionally peaceful, as though it could dissolve all the world's strife.
Lin Fan frowned. This place was too uncanny, giving him a feeling he could not describe.
The Foreign Realm was an outpost built by the forces of darkness. No matter how pleasant its surroundings, faint traces of dark matter always lingered in the air.
Yet this place was quiet and peaceful, sacred and