Jile Immortal fixated on Zhong Shenxiu standing atop the city tower, his expression had become extremely grave.
After all, his opponent was also a Grandmaster.
And previously, an attack that scarcely showed any sign of effort had annihilated all his disciples, reducing him to a lone figure.
Such use of poison techniques—even within the Five Poison Sect, there weren't many who could compare, right?
At this moment, in Jile Immortal's eyes, every action of this formidable enemy seemed to merge with the world around him, with this city gate, filled with an intention to protect.
That ancient gate had been built primarily for defense.
It could be said its existence condensed the protective beliefs of countless people!
And now, Zhong Shenxiu, standing here, preventing disaster from entering the city, seemed to align with this invisible ideal, receiving an augmented momentum.
