The air was torn into a void.
Xu Weizhou barely got the chance to ponder what this was all about when the mountain-like grand figure was already intruding his visual field. Frost, fire, and electricity simultaneously touched his skin, causing three simultaneous types of extreme pain and making him want to shake it off, but his body would not budge.
A gigantic scaled claw wrapped around his skull, as dark blue seeped downwards from his crown, flowing down like melted wax.
Suddenly Xu Weizhou's body stiffened and subsequently transformed into a dense yet pure liquid, drawn into the giant scaled claw.
All that remained were his green robe and sword which landed on the ground with a "clatter".
The last thought lingering in his mind was: didn't the Immortal Lord pass by already?
