บท 724: Write A Farewell To Monday On Tuesday

"Ah, could this Grand Competition still be saved? Apart from losing, what else could the Union of Ten Thousand Immortal do?"

It was yet another humiliating evening. After the end of the whole day's competition, the resentment and grievances in the main arena of Immortal One Area almost turned into substance, like a dark cloud that hovered over the venue.

There was an old saying from the mortal world that said when a lot of people pointed out, people could die without disease. This was meant to say that the strength of human's will could affect reality. If it was changed to tens of millions of cultivators, then perhaps even if a True Immortal descended to earth, it would tremble under their will.

At present, the Union of Ten Thousand Immortals was under such pressure.