"Ten-colored Immortal Tribulation?!"

The Incense Immortal was both shocked and furious, forced to watch helplessly as his Incense Realm was shattered, his heart aching as if bleeding, leaving him no choice but to retreat.

The Incense Realm was the vessel that carried his followers. Without it, his path of incense was doomed to end.

He was about to charge forward, but a deep-seated sense of crisis from within his soul stopped him in his tracks.