Wu Yu's clone faced the three demonic emperors for now.

"Did you hear us? Hand over the bronze pendants, or your mystical dragon friend gets it. And before that, we'll torture him until he's begging for death as a mercy! Don't doubt that we can do it!" Olden Demonic Emperor threatened, gleaming with a metallic luster. He was a striking sight amidst the mists.

At the same time, Wu Yu's clone noticed that the metal covering half of Wu Jun's body was moving. The metal seemed to be dissolving the Primordial Immortal Dragon's body!

The pain must be indescribable. Olden Demonic Emperor could control metals, and this sort of torture technique was like dunking someone into molten metal. The pain was more than even a 9-heavens immortal king could bear, and Wu Jun let out an anguished cry.

Wu Yu could bear it no more. "Stop it!"

His clone shouted. But it was just a clone. It could not help Wu Jun, and could only watch...