"Ah..."
Ao Sheng roared, his body shattered, cut open by Shi Hao, the blood of the Immortal King staining the starry sky. He exerted all his strength to resist the opponent's killing force.
Who could have imagined, after five hundred thousand years, the desolate of old has developed such means, contending against an Immortal King and intending to fiercely annihilate him—how terrifying is this?
How did he survive all these years?
Is there such a young supreme Immortal King? Time is merciless, burying too many. Perhaps there were once extraordinarily stunning figures who became Immortal Kings early on. But were they as domineering as the desolate, battling three unparalleled experts?
Ao Sheng bellowed, his body covered in symbols and colorful light, brilliant sword wings enveloping him, warding off the onslaught!
The severed body, the decapitated head, were all striving to fly back together, eager to recombine!
