บท 2229: Misty Horizons

Davis's victory over a Level Two Immortal Foundation Cultivator sent waves of incredulity and fear amidst the Dark Ironroar Palace and its fellow Territory powers.

From a safe distance, the Dark Ironroar Palace saw their immortal ancestor, whom they revered and rejoiced upon his arrival, celebrating their supremacy, had now miserably died, cooked to an optimal level, and fed to a mortal beast.

Is that how an immortal would die? Is that how an immortal is supposed to die?

They couldn't help but stare at the Emperor of Death's silhouette in the distance, their hearts heavy and palpitating without stopping.

How can a being like him exist? Just how were they supposed to exist in the same era as him? How could they call themselves geniuses in his presence?