On the open land outside the immortal God''s camp, there were more than 500 magic warriors standing neatly one by one, just like an army ready to go.


    Although he has not been elected yet, under the oppression of the strong breath constantly emanating from Qin Taisheng, he passively formed a cohesive force and gathered into a looming presence.


    At this time, a sound of footsteps sounded, with a regular appearance. The tap was full of a sense of strength, as if stepping on the hearts of people, which made their heart beat faster.


    The throat wriggled involuntarily and swallowed a mouthful of saliva.


    The footsteps sounded like the roar of beating drums to their ears, rushed into their forehead, and made their temples beat slightly. Their veins bulged, as if a force had been injected into their body, and the blood accelerated and seemed to burn.


    This feeling is very strange. It seems that the flow of blood and the beating of heart are controlled by the sound of footsteps. It seems to step on their hearts. A sense of depression and suffocation arises spontaneously, as if something is going to rush out of their throat.


    Vaguely, in the feeling of everyone, it seems that an ancient beast is gradually approaching.


    Immediately, two figures appeared one after the other. One was the conquering bishop Wang Ling, walking ahead, but the sound of footsteps was not from him.


    Ten meters behind Wang Ling, there was a mysterious figure wrapped in this gray black robe. This dress immediately made people think of a name: Tang fan.


    Immortality