Li Qingshan's words went unanswered.
The Crimson Immortals looked at each other, hesitant and reluctant to respond.
With the Celestial Court devastated to this extent, only a gateway remained. Remove the plaque hanging above it, and the Celestial Court will be completely destroyed.
Letting them go now, everyone felt some reluctance.
But facing Li Qingshan, who had broken through to Emperor among the Crimson Immortals, they felt a sense of fear.
The gap between Emperors and Crimson Immortals was like heaven and earth, impossible to bridge. Even if everyone joined forces, they were no match for an Emperor.
They simply existed in different dimensions.
Li Qingshan looked at them, observing their silence, hesitation, and stammering responses, understanding their thoughts.
"I shouldn't be talking to you; I should be talking to the Emperors behind you," Li Qingshan said, looking past the millions of troops besieging the Celestial Court.
