The oppressive atmosphere on the battlefield intensified as the Earth Immortal elder continued his tyrannical ways, crushing even the mighty White Dragon Immortal Sect's three-headed dragon, which let out a final agonizing roar before plummeting from the sky. The enormous body of the dragon, along with a few of the sect's disciples, disappeared into the depths of the battlefield.
With a cold snort, the elder finally withdrew his overwhelming pressure, leaving the remaining True Immortals drenched in sweat and filled with fear. Every one of them cast wary glances at the elder, realizing how close they had come to death.
"Senior Shen, what should we do now?" one of the Loose Cultivator Alliance members asked, their voice trembling.
Shen Ruyan narrowed her eyes, deep in thought. An Earth Immortal was not someone they could contend with, especially after witnessing how effortlessly the elder had wounded the Golden Cicada Immortal despite its formidable strength.
