"Xia Yu, I would like to ask you for the last time. Just stop here and bring your people back to the Immortal World. From now on, our two worlds will never bother each other."
The same question, which was put forward by Wang Lu before, was like a joke. However, at this time, this question was given by the spirit of the Nine Regions, which carried a different weight.
Many of the Immortals around Xia Yu felt an intense feeling of unwell. The Immortal Spirit all over their bodies seemed to have encountered obstacles, and there were frequent delays in the circulation. Although the degree was very slight, it was hard to ignore.
"Your Majesty, I feel like… the laws of heaven and earth around us are starting to confront us."
In the astral wind, Wang Lu's laughter was full of sarcasm.
