When Earth Immortals fight to the death, the uncontained aftershocks can scorch the land for a hundred thousand li, leaving not a blade of grass in their wake.
When True Immortals go to war, if they let loose completely, the residual power is enough to shatter an ordinary planet!
And right now, two beings of the Great Grade, despite both holding back and restraining themselves, were exchanging blows. The clash of a fist and a palm stirred up rolling thunder, making the entire sky tremble on the verge of collapse.
The owner of the giant face fully revealed his form. He was a Dying Immortal, his face a web of wrinkles and his body practically overflowing with an aura of twilight. He was already showing the five signs of decay!
"Fellow Daoist…"
He casually parried Lu Xuan's onslaught, a faint smile on his lips.
"Have you been asleep for too long? Or is there another reason? Your control over your power is frighteningly weak…"
