was a woman in a bright red gown, alluring and charming, who was none other than Hu Qingqing.Beside her stood a young man full of vigor.The young man's face was sculpted with sharp definition, his ha..."He Lao!"

In the distance, as Yan Rumeng fled, she turned back to look and saw Elder He and the others. They had been struck by a punch from the Fallen Saint's body, transformed into bloody clumps, their flesh shattered, blood splattering everywhere.

Her face was pale, and her heart ached.

The Demon God Palace lost two Saints all at once.

Sages are not cannon fodder or stray dogs. Even in the Immortal Domain, they are top-tier fighters.

The Demon God Palace has suffered heavy losses this time, losing both men and money.

"He Lao and others died, and the task was not completed."s just a rumored race of Calamity.Right now, a group of Great Saints and Saint Masters from the Bǎizú race are chasing after them.Anyone younger than me would be scared out of their wits."Could it be...