Wang Jixuan couldn’t even let out a curse.
He gripped the Moonlight Sword and shot off, aiming to put distance between himself and those Dark Cult immortals.
His other-soul puppet couldn’t fight right now.
To finish off that Tianluo True Immortal, he had forcibly activated the Moro-Tiansha Demonic Art, and had suffered the backlash from devouring an immortal soldier’s primordial spirit.
That Zhilan Immortal was originally a second-rank True Immortal.
Right now she looked furious, hair bristling as if crown-bound with rage…
Unable to provoke her, he could only run.
Wang Jixuan looked toward the seven-colored auspicious cloud.
He had to get there.
Only through that immortal gate, which only he could pass, could he reach the Immortal Realm.
Once he got through, Senior White Bone would cover over the conditions inside the first and second bases.
“Peony! Close every portal! Let any constructs that can’t make it back to base attack those Dark Cult immortals!” Wang Jixuan’s voice rang through the command room of Base One.
Actually, he didn’t even need to shout; Peony had already made the adjustments.
All exits were sealed, the slabs and teleportation gates placed around self-destructed, and the constructs that hadn't retreated in time lunged at Zhilan Immortal.