"You old geezers, all you do is stir up useless dust." Fang Hong patted his shoulders, teasing them.
Upon hearing this, the Old Ancestors were so enraged they almost spat blood on the spot, their faces twitching uncontrollably and turning crimson.
Even Ancestor Long Ze, who was usually quite composed, couldn't help but clench his fists, the killing intent in his eyes practically overflowing.
"It's an Immortal Artifact. Those damn wings of his are definitely Immortal Artifacts."
An Old Ancestor, whose cultivation had reached the Mahayana Late Stage, stared intently at the Swift Wind Wings behind Fang Hong, finally realizing the crucial point.
"Everyone, continue to activate the formation and trap him. Even if he has an Immortal Artifact protecting him, he can't keep activating it forever."
"How immense is the consumption of an Immortal Artifact? When his spiritual power is exhausted, that will be his time of death."
