Wei Cheng's judgment was not wrong; this matter was far from over.
As a mighty being who had forged an Immortal Realm, the Autumn Immortal Monarch was not one to tolerate even a speck of dust in his eyes.
He might have been able to fool Infinite Immortal Monarch, but it was absolutely impossible to fool the Autumn Immortal Monarch in the same way.
He waited in place for less than half an hour when suddenly, he felt an extreme discomfort and a sense of immense danger.
Before he could react, his Primordial Spirit World was torn open by an indescribable force, as if it were subjected to a dimension-reducing strike.
Easier than lifting off the celestial cover of the brain.
Then a figure appeared here silently.
Wei Cheng was forcefully seized by this person, and he couldn't even see the other's face clearly.
But he knew, this was the Autumn Immortal Monarch, a supremely powerful existence who had at least advanced to the seventh Immortal Spiritual Armor!
