As soon as he finished speaking, he turned into a streak of light and left that azure world.
Once he entered the circle and breathed fresh air, the poison immediately vanished.
However, his depleted stamina did not recover. Cultivators had to recuperate and meditate to restore it themselves.
Quite a few people made the same choice as him.
Within moments, the Ten-Crown King saw dozens of streaks of light fly out of the Poison Circle together, all radiating powerful auras. Among them were quite a few who had ignited their divine flames.
Seeing the distinguished-looking Ten-Crown King, the creatures in the lead exchanged glances and, as one, prepared to rush forward and take him down.
The Ten-Crown King's aura surged. Anyone with discerning eyes could tell he was no ordinary figure.
Yet they still dared to attack, simply because they had long since banded together. Relying on their numerical advantage, they ran rampant through Immortal Ancient, plundering resources.
Even against first-generation prodigies, they dared to raise their swords. With their numerical advantage, they had even successfully hunted down such beings.
But the opponent they had picked this time was no first-generation prodigy. He stood at the very pinnacle of the ancient freaks.
He was the Ten-Crown King, an unparalleled prodigy who had reigned supreme across ten lifetimes.
The Ten-Crown King's gaze remained unchanged, utterly unruffled. He raised his hand and unleashed a dragon fist, tearing through the sky and bringing a rain of blood down upon the world.
In a single instant, several Divine Flame cultivators lost their lives.
The sight frightened the other creatures into scattering, afraid they would be caught up in it.
Blasting apart several Divine Flame creatures with one punch-this was absolutely no ordinary person. He was either a first-generation prodigy or an ancient freak.
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