I never expected that despite being lost, the other party remained as typical and cunning as ever.
Though already half-stepping into the Immortal King Realm, they surprisingly collaborated with another, who was also half-stepping into the Pinnacle Level of the Immortal.
If it weren't for the Master of the Holy Land intervening at the last moment, even if I miraculously defeated them, I still wouldn't have survived.
With this thought,
even though he was a Pinnacle Level Immortal King, he couldn't help but shudder.
Immediately, disregarding everything, he bowed again toward the position where the enormous hand had disappeared and the faint silhouette of the giant city in the distance, his attitude many times more devout than before.
Had it not been for the Master of the Holy Land, he would certainly not have survived.
As for why he was certain that it was that person who had intervened,
it was simple!
