Zhang Lu's second team only took two days to build a palace.
The towering palace stood at the very center of the Heavenly Palace, brilliant and magnificent, constructed with endless treasures, and gathering the fate of the Three Realms.
Sun Wukong stood in the empty hall, a drop of blood flying out from his fingertip, quietly hanging in the air.
"Let me try!"
Immortal Zhenyuan eagerly stepped forward.
However, a figure blocked him, opening their mouth and swallowing the blood before him.
"Ao Luan."
Immortal Zhenyuan's eyes widened.
In the next moment, Ao Luan's clothes fluttered, and endless Immortal Energy surged forth.
"Eek!"
She let out a shriek as her clothes could not withstand the tearing force of the Immortal Energy, making ripping sounds.
Sun Wukong waved his hand and instantly, several screens surrounded her.
After the rustling noises, Sun Wukong asked, "Remember anything?"
"Nothing at all."
