Looking at the Desolate Race entangled with the Four Great True Immortals, Jiang Cheng shook his head secretly.
The combat strength of the Desolate Domain is indeed strong, but after all, it's just from the Lower Realm.
Not to mention taking down the Four Great True Immortals, they can't even take down two.
Especially since there are still a hundred thousand cultivators under the Four Great True Immortals.
The reason the Desolate Race has lasted until now is simply because the Four Great True Immortals are still pretending, not joining forces against them.
Instead, they deliberately created a three-sided skirmish situation.
"It seems it's still to await my appearance!"
Brother Cheng confidently shook his smooth hair, then drew the Gu Yang Immortal Sword, brandished the Immortal Slayer Spear, and charged down.
"Brothers of the Desolate Domain, I am here to save you!"
