After doing all this, Xu Xuan seemed to have done nothing more than something utterly insignificant. Watching time gradually freeze, he let out a slight sigh of relief.
The Green Dao God had been just one step away from striking him.
"So strong..."
Xu Xuan exhaled deeply, still feeling a lingering fear.
Fortunately, he had reacted quickly and used the Eternity rune in advance. Otherwise, if that blow had landed, it would surely have pierced his chest, leaving him utterly dead.
"Hmm? Interesting. What's your relationship with him?"
Not far away, the Black Dao God instantly moved before Xu Xuan and lifted him with one hand. At that very moment, an almost invincible aura swept over him.
Xu Xuan felt nothing but suffocation. Now that his Immortal Spirits had been seized, he was utterly powerless against the Saint-level Black Dao God.
The gulf between them was too vast. There was simply no hope!
After sensing the other's cultivation aura, Xu Xuan's face instantly turned ashen, and his entire body slumped to the ground.
"Saint-level..."
Pain instantly filled Xu Xuan's face. Looking at the Saint-level Black Dao God before him, he could not help shaking his head slightly.
Yet the Black Dao God merely lifted Xu Xuan slowly.
"You really are an interesting fellow..."
Xu Xuan shook his head slightly and stared intently at the Black Dao God holding him up. He sensed intense killing intent in the other's eyes.
Coupled with the Purple-Haired Middle-Aged Man's purpose and intentions in bringing him here.
That gave him a glimpse of the whole picture.
"It seems I really have been used."
Being used naturally troubled Xu Xuan immensely, but when he recalled that Purple-Haired Middle-Aged Man, he immediately shook his head lightly.
*It seems the Primordial Spirit Race has a deep grudge against