The words were barely out of his mouth when Baili Qiu let out a strange laugh, dodged around Wang Guquan, and pounced on a Third Grade Martial Artist who had yet to react.
A First Grade powerhouse empowered by an "Immortal Venerable" against a Third Grade one—the outcome was a foregone conclusion.
Caught off guard, the man could only watch helplessly as Baili Qiu bit down on his neck.
"Aaargh—!"
Amidst the bloodcurdling scream, nearly half of the man's neck was torn away, the flesh and blood rapidly devoured and undergoing Refinement by Baili Qiu.
"My friends, it's time to feast!"
Baili Qiu roared, wiping a smear of blood from the corner of his mouth.
At his roar, it wasn't just the two Immortal Slaves who had emerged with him. From within the gates of the Immortal Palace, several more figures dashed out in succession, pouncing on anyone they saw.
