The Immortals who entered the Forbidden Land were all terrified. A single Immortal Monarch had perished right before their eyes, crushed like an ant. When they thought about their own strength, they couldn't help but feel alarmed.
They were completely at a loss.
"Elder of the Forbidden Land, majestic and ancient, we juniors have entered only for a single Immortal Elixir to save someone. If we have disrupted anything, we will leave immediately."
Immortal Chen cupped his fists, his expression wary as he scanned his surroundings.
He dared not provoke any horrifying existence here, nor did the thought even cross his mind. If the other party allowed them to leave, he'd abandon the Immortal Elixir without hesitation.
Preserving his life was of utmost importance.
No response came; everything seemed as though the prior events were but an illusion.
And then, in that moment—
Dark mists began condensing from all directions, thick and ominous. A terrifying presence was emerging.
