Outside the city walls, a large number of powerful figures appeared, their eyes cold and piercing, conveying the will of the alliance.
The leader among them was a cultivator who had achieved the second level of immortality, clutching a token in his hand that bore a terrifying will.
"That Martial Emperor is so arrogant," one said, "will he accept the token?"
Someone at his side asked.
"Hmph, even if he doesn't want to accept it, he has to," he said with a sneer. "The Divine Martial Empire is powerful, but still not strong enough to contend with the Fleeting Ancient Emperor. It's still bearable if they accept the token, but if they don't, then they'd better be prepared for the alliance to force them into submission. This is the pressure of the situation!"
He sneered again, repeating, "Martial Emperor, are you still not going to accept it?"
"Dantai Feng, he has broken through to the second level of immortality," Bone God commented upon seeing the man, slightly surprised.
