You can't leave!

The old man in white robe stopped and stared at Ye Chen with his turbid old eyes flashing with cold and cold light. Although his words were light, they were extremely ethereal and majestic.

The holy realm is perfect!

Ye Chen looked at the old man in white robe with a look of fear. The old man was perhaps the strongest among so many saints he had ever seen. He was only one step away from being able to win the holy king. He was absolutely powerful.

Surround him!

All around the starry sky, there were angrily shouting.

Because of the obstruction of the old man in white robe, the strong men of the Daluo Sword Sect caught up with him, and they were still surrounded from all directions, and the formation was even more powerful. More than a dozen saints, hundreds of quasi-saints, and nearly 500,000 cultivators were rolling like a silhouette, covering this vast starry sky.

The monks who had watched the battle in the Burial Sea were also here.

Seeing this scene now, too many people turned pale.

Just to chase and kill an imperial realm, Ye Chen was so proud of himself that he had such a lineup of Daluo Sword Sect.

Release people!

The angry shouts from the starry sky around the four directions were like thunder, shaking the starry sky turbulent.

Ye Chen wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and looked around. Such a lineup was far beyond what he could fight against, and there was no possibility of escaping. This was a dead end with death and no life.

Force me!

A crazy gaze flashed in Ye Chen's eyes.

In the dark, a seal was untied by him. It was the imperial realm heavenly tribulation that he had not yet passed.
Chapter completed!