Just moments ago, news of the God Tomb's emergence had spread like wildfire, sweeping across the entire Immortal Ancient Battlefield.
The various overlords' hearts surged with excitement. They immediately abandoned everything in hand and swarmed toward Nirvana Valley.
Gazing at the great tide of people, Holy Lord Qiankun clenched both fists, his face so gloomy it nearly dripped with water. "Damn it! Someone must have deliberately leaked the news, trying to throw the situation into chaos and fish in troubled waters!"
He had originally planned to cut through the mess with a swift strike, enter the Secret Realm first, and monopolize this world-shaking fortune.
Who could have guessed that all the way here, every powerhouse seemed to have received a secret report? They clung tightly to his heels, dreaming of getting a share.
"Who exactly leaked the secret? I had better not find out, or I'll make sure not even his bones remain!"
At this thought, Holy Lord Qiankun ground his teeth in fury, the anger in his chest no longer able to be suppressed.
As for all of this, it was naturally the work of the Shadow Envoy.
How could a mere ten Daluo powerhouses fill his appetite? Every single person who had entered the Immortal Ancient Battlefield today had quietly received news from him.
Even against the most troublesome Wusheng Immortal Venerable, he had been willing to enter the game himself and become a prisoner, all to lure this vicious wolf into the trap!
"Heh heh, that Holy Lord Qiankun probably never dreamed that the beloved heir to his legacy had long since fallen into the Young Master's hands."
Venerable Yu chuckled coldly. In her pair of dusky purple demonic eyes flickered the cruel delight of a cat toying with a mouse.
"This person's cultivation is indeed