The vast, dark outer space was silent and void, without stars or planets, only a massive blaze resembling fireworks in the night sky, brilliant, dazzling, and eye-catching.
Yet at this moment, no one admired this beautiful scene. Everyone's eyes were fixed on their opponents, wordless but with utterly different emotions!
Augusta, Baige Zhengliu, Yan Ding, and 2000 Immortals from the Sixteen Nations stood dumbfounded, staring at the continuously emerging Immortal War Group, two words surfacing in their minds:
Absurd!
Yes, absurd!
They felt it extremely absurd—since when have Immortal Spirits become so cheap, suddenly popping up tens of thousands, what a joke???
Yet no matter how they thought of it, they couldn't change the fact that the Immortals standing opposite them were genuine Immortals!
"Are all these people Im...Immortals?"
"It seems like it, the aura doesn't lie, they should all be Immortals!"
"Hiss~~~ How many could there be? 10,000? 20,000? 30,000?"
