In the warship, the Ashen Blood organization's middle-aged man was drenched in sweat, gripped by fear and tension. He felt that today's actions would mark a new chapter in history. Engaging immortals with a warship? This was the dawn of a terrifying new era, and he was both a participant and a witness.0

Wang Xuan was ready to wage war, and the man was compelled to execute these orders, inevitably becoming a background figure in this monumental event. "I'm scared, terrified. Could Ashen Blood be obliterated because of me?" he thought, swallowing hard. But did he really have a choice? He felt powerless before the young man's icy gaze.0

Before the misty veil, the wooden figure was riddled with cracks, divine light shooting through every fissure. The screams of the six beings inside chilled the immortals on the other side, a grim reminder of the terrible fate awaiting them in the mortal world without support.0

The immortals suddenly looked up, focusing on the distant, imposing warship, just like the man clad in black and golden armor.0

Back on Earth, people grew anxious as the images from Golden Summit Mountain became increasingly blurred. "What's happening to Wang Xuan? His body seems to be glowing," they wondered. The glowing veil, the vast and ethereal immortal realm, and the silent...0