The Red King slowly withdrew the Demon-Refining Cauldron suspended in midair. A massive hole gaped in his abdomen.
The Immortal King standing opposite him was little better off, his flesh decaying and his Primordial Spirit cracked. Who knew how many times he had hovered on the brink of death?
Dozens of figures slowly came to a halt.
Quite a few Immortal Kings had also gathered outside the battlefield, but they did not approach.
The Immortal Kings who had approached earlier had all been dragged into the battle.
Wang Yu looked at his grievously wounded fellow Daoists behind him, his expression ugly. Clutching his severed arm, he said coldly,
"All karma between us is settled. Don't let me see you again."
With that, he left with everyone behind him. Under these circumstances, anyone leaving alone would inevitably be targeted.
Yu Tuo's expression was equally grim. Looking at the Immortal Kings gathered around them, he followed Wu Shang and the others away without a word.
Meanwhile, the lone wolves forced into the battle looked equally unhappy as they sensed the killing intent flickering around them.
Their figures flashed as they swiftly fled, but before they had gone far, several figures followed them.
A battle was inevitable.
But none of this had anything to do with Yu Tuo and the others, who had already gone far away.
"I will find you."
"I will."
Feeling the pain coursing through his body, Yu Tuo already hated the instigator of all this to his very marrow.
"I left a mark on that brat. It's just too far away for me to sense it."
Hearing Yu Tuo's words, Wu Shang, who had wanted to rebuke him, held his tongue.
The most important thing now was to find that chest. Everything else was nothing but drifting clouds.
"Divine