In the dark red sky, violent squalls began to wreak havoc.
In this place, there were very few Yan Immortals who could stand.
Prince Lin, who was slightly weaker, managed to stall Prince Yu at the last minute and was directly eliminated.
At this moment, there were less than ten figures still standing.
Prince Jiu's expression was dark. His ivory-white court robe was already torn, and his long black hair was fluttering in the wind.
Standing in front of him was the Young Emperor, who was extremely weak and had divine blood in his mouth.
His palm, which was holding the soft sword, was trembling, but he was still looking at Prince Jiu with disdain and ridicule in his eyes.
"I'll say it one last time. Give me the Immortal Peach, and disqualify yourself." Prince Jiu's voice grew even colder. The killing intent in his eyes was gradually unconcealed.