C905 The Defeat Was like a Mountain Falling

At the same time, in the glorious hall of the Immortal World that had been reconstructed, the officials on both sides of the hall lowered their heads and fell silent. The air was suffocating.

The white-haired man that everyone feared and respected was sitting on the dragon throne in the hall. He was resting with one hand on his forehead.

It was Qian Yuntian's self corpse