The branches of the Great Brahma Tree descended from the heavens, piercing through the mist.
They were like sharp spears, aimed at Yang Yan.
Pressure!
Each branch of the Great Brahma Tree brought with it an immense pressure, pressing down on Yang Yan.
Yang Yan stood there, unmoving.
He allowed the branches of the Great Brahma Tree to approach without flinching.
"This is the fate of those who refuse to kneel," a majestic voice sounded from within the Ten colored Immortal Corpse.
Tianyang Saint was kneeling on the ground.
"The master is right!" he said flatteringly.
Looking at Yang Yan, who was about to be killed by the Great Brahma Tree, his eyes were deep.
"Ah, young people are so impulsive. Why can't they lower their heads? Is living not better?
Submit to the master, and you can gain immortality.
Immortal, invincible!
Yet you choose to defy the master!
Well, now you're going to die!"
Kneeling on the ground, Tianyang Saint thought to himself.
