บท 132: Chapter 129: The Power of Heaven, The Despair of the Carefree Immortal

"Kneel and beg for mercy?"

Upon hearing Fang Wang's words, the carefree Immortal's expression turned unsightly. In his right hand, he concentrated and formed a bronze compass, from which wisps of green smoke emanated, condensing into wolf-headed, humanoid phantom demons. They howled in all directions, bared their teeth, and clawed, trying to break free from the compass's confines.

Looking up at the high and mighty Fang Wang, and feeling his overbearing and peerless aura, the carefree Immortal's eyes brimmed with jealousy and rage.

"Fang Wang, you are indeed strong, but do you really think you've won?" said the carefree Immortal coldly, as his left hand began to form incantations.

Fang Wang looked down upon him and said, "Is that not the case?"