An ordinary person witnessing this scene would probably understand what it truly means to be an Immortal.
Riding the clouds, wreathed in mist, breathing out vapor and fog.
This wasn't a Divine Power, but rather the result of an Immortal's incredibly potent metabolism.
Four meters. The height might not sound like much, but only by standing before him could one feel the terrifying pressure.
Yi Beidou seemed like a mere child in comparison.
Only Earth Immortal Flesh and Blood could enable the human body to achieve something so unbelievable.
The exchange of blows ceased, and the dust quickly settled. Zhou Qingchen and the others finally got a clear look at the East King's current form, and their pupils couldn't help but constrict.
Now they understood why the God-Sealing Alliance's data files described the Sleepers as possessing forms that transcended humanity.
