If the war cannot be fought, there will never be a vacancy in the Ancestral Realm, and these living creatures stuck at the Perfection of the second step of the Tenth Order will find it difficult to take that step to the end of their lives.
Just this point alone would have countless people secretly fanning the flames.
Under the Star Dome, the blood-colored Battle Halberd slightly turned, its blade pointing directly at Shan Jingxuan's forehead, with shattered Space-Time Fragments swirling around the halberd, surging with a strong scent of blood.
"I'll give you three breaths, get back to the Immortal Domain."
Song Lingxue's voice carried an evident chill. At this critical moment, caution was paramount. She needed to buy Chu Zheng as much time as possible.
"Who are you? This place belongs to the Immortal Alliance Territory, and my actions are none of your concern."
