"Why are you standing there dumbfounded? Fight back! As long as the Immortal King doesn't make a move, the mysterious giants behind won't act first. We must buy time for ourselves."
A man dressed in a white robe, with leg bindings, his longsword dancing in hand, spoke softly, yet the leaves within a hundred-mile radius trembled in response.
He was unmistakably a True Immortal.
Hidden among the crowd.
"Descendants of the Immortal King... hehe... well-hidden indeed."
The mist was stirred in layers, and a mysterious being, several times larger than others of its kind, walked out indifferently.
Its claws were sharp and hooked, fiercely scraping the ground, sending earth and rocks flying, its scarlet eyes landed on the man, and it laughed sinisterly.
This was also a bizarre entity of the True Immortal Realm.
It exuded a nauseating stench, and with each step, it left a trail of footprints emitting black smoke.
