"Dead?"
The golden-winged creature slightly startled, is it really dead? That was an Immortal Emperor, under that fearsome palm seal, not even a trace of resisting power was present.
And at this moment, Ren Changsheng also stood up.
"Indeed so!"
Ren Changsheng narrowed his eyes, what ancient Immortal heritage? What ancient Immortal Artifact, all of it was fake, it was just a conspiracy of those three decaying ancients.
They lure Immortals here, then slay them, absorbing their life essence, clinging to their miserable existence.
"Master!"
Seeing Ren Changsheng stand up, the golden-winged creature hurried forward.
At this moment, the golden-winged creature was drenched in cold sweat. A million years ago, luckily before he laid hands on an ancient Immortal Artifact, a Sixth Grade Immortal King suppressed him, otherwise, he would probably be no better than the Immortal Emperor's fate now.
