Feather Continent

Losing half of his origin source and his divine body was on the verge of collapse, Madman Yang couldn't fight anymore. He could only retire in the mountains.

"Hmph, if it weren't for your cowardice, I would have killed that bullsh*t Daluo Realm's Prince long ago." Madman Yang had almost died, but his mouth was still very tough, not convinced at all.

The peak-level Grand Yan Immortal they had their eyes on was one of the top 10 Princes of the Daluo Realm.

Three years ago, four of the six Great Princes of the Daluo Realm on this original planet had fallen. The remaining two Princes did not dare to be arrogant anymore and had been walking in the main continent in a low-profile manner. Who would have thought that a few top-notch Grand Yan Immortals would dare to surround him and treat him as a pushover? In a fit of anger, they almost killed all the experts in that small team.