When Xue Wudi saw someone get killed, his expression turned extremely grim as well. Gritting his teeth, he said, "This Lu Ren truly isn't simple. Just how did he manage it? He's activated two Dao Artifacts in succession, relying on the pages he carries to act without restraint. If we can't suppress him, even more of us will be killed or injured!"
None of the cultivators who could enter the Immortal Realm were mediocre. Every one of them was a peerless prodigy, and losing even one was an exceptionally heavy blow.
One had to understand that, at the same cultivation level, it was nearly impossible to kill an Immortal.
Yet Lu Ren possessed a supreme treasure that could actually suppress Immortal Souls.
"Release my son, and I'll give you the pages!"
Lu Ren roared.
"Lu Ren, I want those pages, and we'll take your life as well!"
Just then, another burly man flew out of Hell Pass. He wore armor and was shrouded in surging demonic energy. It was Yan Nu.
"Yan Nu! Yan Nu is here!"
"Yan Nu actually broke through to the Immortal Realm too!"
"With Yan Nu here, he should be able to hold Lu Ren back!"
Many prodigies of the Demon Immortal Clan relaxed when they saw Yan Nu appear.
Yan Nu was the foremost prodigy of the younger generation of the Yama Clan. Even though many formidable young prodigies had emerged later, none could compare with Yan Nu.
Now that Yan Nu had arrived, their wavering morale stabilized.
"Yan Nu, do you think you can stop me? My son died today. I'll slaughter every Demon Immortal Clan cultivator in the Immortal Battlefield and have all of you buried alongside my son!"
Lu Ren's gaze was icy. He stamped a foot and charged at Yan Nu.