บท 1670: Beat Him at His Own Game (1)

In the immortal realms, it was completely chaotic. There were wars between empires, conflicts between factions, and conflicts between races.

A storm was about to arrive, and the oppressive and uneasy atmosphere almost made all living beings in the Immortal Realm go berserk.

The most chaotic place was the Pure Yang Empire. The entire Pure Yang Empire was in chaos. The three great empires were attacking the Pure Yang Empire. The Pure Yang Empire now only had half of its previous territory. Moreover, the army was constantly retreating. It was only a matter of time before the entire empire became a fleeting cloud.

Whoosh!

In the vast sky, a middle-aged man in a blue robe was walking in the air.

The middle-aged man wore a blue robe and looked extremely carefree. There was a faint smile on the corner of his mouth. This smile was enough to charm all the women in the world.