Looking at Jiang Hui, the foreign immortal being, half emerged from the black fog, its expression changed, it then loudly demanded in a questioning tone.
It had felt an unprecedented sense of crisis from Jiang Hui, someone merely standing at that place was giving it the sensation of being crushed by a mountain.
In comparison, it was like a lonely boat in the vast sea, so inconsequential that it could capsize at any moment.
If the opponent was willing, it feared that it could be slain in a single breath.
This kind of limitless fear, beyond what any words could describe, was just like when it once faced the Immortal King.
Even worse, the pressure brought by the former was even more terrifying, making it tremble with fear.
The only difference was that there was no trace of the Immortal King's aura on the former's body.
That was the only sign distinguishing an Immortal King.
