Anlan was being pursued—this was a colossal event. His muscles and bones were injured, and he coughed up blood. It was like a dream, almost reminiscent of the most brutal period of the Immortal Ancient Great War!
The beings from the Different Domain trembled with fear, feeling that something was extraordinarily unusual.
Yu Tuo's expression was heavy, he did not utter a word, staring at the scene, wondering why that drop of blood hadn't burned out yet. It was terrifying.
At Emperor Pass, on the city walls, the cultivators on this side were elated, their emotions surging, many couldn't help but shout out in excitement, which words couldn't describe!
"Kill him!"
"Can we really kill Anlan?"
Even some of the older men were trembling, their lips quivering, feeling their blood rush to the top of their heads, about to howl out.
