Mo Wudao's companion, Demon God Jie, chuckled, "The layout here is similar to the sects of the Immortal Cultivation Continent, with halls built among the peaks. Since we've already laid eyes on the distant immortal palace, why should we stick to the formalities and enter through the mountain gate? We can just leap up and fly over!"
"Idiot! If it were possible to fly over, don't you think the experts present would have thought of that?" A Red Dust Immortal sneered inwardly.
"Haha, that's a great idea, why don't you give it a try!" Yang Ji laughed loudly, grabbed the Demon God, and fiercely threw him into the sky.
"Ah, you little..." The Heavenly Demon suddenly hurled into the sky, his expression changing in surprise before he could finish his sentence, there was a "thud," as if he had hit an invisible wall in midair, immediately letting out a muffled groan, followed by disintegrating into nothingness on the spot, not even leaving a trace of his Origin.