“Dammit, I didn’t think the Immortal Execution Archipelago truly sent these two out of the Nine Immortals!” Seeing that, the faces of the Ten Gold-cloak Brothers were filled with panic. Putting aside the Ninth Immortal, the Eighth Immortal alone had the ability to completely reverse the present situation. A Martial King wasn’t someone that Martial Lords could fight against.
“Big Brother, what should we do? We didn’t expect two of the Nine Immortals to come, and this Eighth Immortal has truly come as well! With his strength of a Martial King, even if we open that place, we can’t defend!” Several Gold-cloak Brothers all cast their gazes at their boss, Old Liu.
“The Immortal Execution Archipelago has actually sent out such a formation of people. No wonder Murong Xun is unafraid. Luckily, we didn’t rashly charge out, otherwise, everything would have been for naught.
“Even though opening that place may not allow us to defeat the Eighth Immortal, there is at least a sliver of chance. Quick! Quickly follow me and enter the ravine. We must open that place as soon as possible!”
Old Liu decisively sent the order. Although he spoke at ease, perspiration drenched his aged face. It could be seen how anxious he was. A Martial King was indeed a huge threat. This time, they were truly burdened with enormous pressure. Likely, they were going to be defeated here.
Their defeat was of no importance; however, the defeat that followed was the glory of the Crippling Night Demon Sect.
“Big Brother, this isn’t good! The Eighth Immortal is about to attack!” Suddenly, someone pointed at the sky and cried in alarm.
Raising their heads and looking, the expressions of Old Liu and the others changed greatly. Their eyes were full of panic, because at that very moment, the Eighth Immortal of the Immortal Execution Archipelago had released his unique King-level Martial power.
*boom rumble rumble* At that instant, the initially bright and clear sky immediately turned pitch-black. Countless thick bolts of lightning shot down everywhere, as if it were splitting the sky, as if the end of the world had arrived.
“Dammit, they sent a Martial King!” That scene attracted everyone’s attention. Even Xuan Xiaochao and the others tightly furrowed their brows. A Martial King was too powerful—it was an existence that they could not fight against.
At that moment, the dark sky was an illusion, but the horrifying lightning was real. If the people from the Crippling Night Demon Sect were struck by the bolts of lightning, none of them could survive; they did not have the power to defend against a Martial King.
“Shatter.” But just as the people from the Crippling Night Demon Sect felt a disaster had fallen upon their heads, a voice suddenly rang out. It was a very calm voice, but sufficient to shock one’s soul.
Most importantly, after that voice rang out, the lightning in the sky all dispersed. Even the dark sky returned to its former brightness.
The attack from the Eighth Immortal was nullified!