A wilderness in the Dark Sacred Realm.
Swoosh.
Space fluctuated, and a giant of fiery red rock appeared on the ground, looking around with a fierce gaze.
"Exiled?"
"Am I to be besieged by those weak cultivators?" It felt an endless rage and unwillingness in its heart; as a high-level primordial life, was it really to be dismembered by the ants within the braided cage?
It even wanted to commit suicide at this moment, but ever since becoming a prisoner, even suicide was impossible.
It had become the spoils of war for the cultivator camp, a resource for them! Cultivators would study its body materials and bloodline mysteries, even use it for artifact refining, crafting auxiliary treasures. Every part of its body would be utilized by the cultivators to the highest efficiency.
