"It's always painful to be a prophet."
In the exquisite courtyard of Immortal Five Area in the City of Immortals, Wang Wu lied on her back on the rockery, put down her wine gourd in an interesting way, and then looked up into the blue sky, watching two figures fighting among the clouds.
The third round of the single person match of poison competition on Yuanying Stage level between the Union of Ten Thousand Immortal and ancient Earth Immortal was currently underway.
