The crimson blood shadow dispersed, revealing Lin Wudi. His white garments, like freshly fallen snow, fluttered crisply in the fierce wind.
He was completely unscathed. There wasn't a single injury on his body; even his clothes were without a wrinkle.
Despair flooded the faces of all the cultivators in the Prison of Divine Might. They had slain countless enemies and built a fearsome reputation. In the Dark World, all manner of strange beings trembled at the mention of their name, a name forged in blood and slaughter! But today, facing Lin Wudi, they were helpless.
The Changqing Immortal was just as pale. He was a Foundation Building Immortal! With his power completely unrestricted, he had given his all, even sacrificing his own lifespan to use a Forbidden Technique in a life-or-death struggle. Yet, the result was that he hadn't harmed Lin Wudi in the slightest.
Since when could an exiled immortal of the extreme realm become so monstrously powerful?
