The group of Sacred Kings had escaped from the suppression range, but they did not flee rashly.
If they were to scatter at this moment, there would only be one outcome.
They would be defeated by the white-robed immortal one by one.
If a few sacred kings died this time, they would never have the chance to deal with this immortal in the future.
"To be able to refine such a treasure in the lower realm, you are truly a talent."
The white-robed immortal glanced at Sacred King Ziwei, who was holding the scroll in his hand, and his eyes flashed as he spoke.
Sacred King Ziwei didn't say anything. He hurriedly retreated behind the crowd, and at the same time, the scroll in his hand completely turned into dust, disappearing without a trace.
Upon seeing this scene, a hint of pain flashed through sacred King Ziwei's eyes.
