"It's over, I can't escape!"
The group of Tribulation Immortals struggled frantically, but it was in vain. Many were soon engulfed and died on the spot.
"You, you are actually a Fifth Grade Golden Immortal!"
Xiang Jinlin suddenly realized but it was too late.
The gap in power was too great.
He tried his best, but still couldn't escape the swamp. Gradually, anxiety and despair filled his eyes with fear.
"Fang Sect Leader, let bygones be bygones, we admit defeat, we surrender!"
Xiang Jinlin pleaded.
Fang Zhixing said indifferently, "Since you chose to take action, you should know the consequences of failure."
"You..."
Xiang Jinlin was incredibly aggrieved, his eyes nearly bursting, his face showing a look of spite as he roared, "This is too much, I'll get back at you sooner or later!"
Before he finished speaking, his body swelled rapidly, like a balloon being inflated, and then cracks appeared on his skin.
