An Lan roared, his body covered in injuries. Under the relentless attacks of the three immortal figures formed by Shi Hao's Divine Skills, even he was struggling to fend them off.
His body burst, his flesh symbolizing his immortal will was ripped apart. The dazzling King blood spattered about, soaking his Immortal Battle Armor that had accompanied him through numerous battles.
This state drove him to madness.
Having attained the Dao for tens of millions of years, he had transcended countless epochs. Even during the time of Immortal Ancient, he had never been so miserable. Now, he was being utterly overwhelmed by a youngster that merely acquired a drop of blood. This shocked him, and filled him with uncontrollable anger. If this situation were to spread, wouldn't it make his imperial clan a laughingstock!
