Seeing that the situation was turning dire, Yu Wei's eyes flashed with savage light. He shouted, "Elders, heed my command! Take these two down! We absolutely cannot let them ruin Xuantian Hall's great undertaking today, or none of us will be able to bear the consequences!"
At his command, several elders on both sides rose to their feet and summoned their Magic Artifacts.
For a moment, the main hall blazed with brilliant light. The spiritual power fluctuations of the Magic Artifacts intertwined, forming an overwhelming pressure that bore down upon Chen Ze and Lin Bingchun, as though intending to swallow them whole in an instant.
Yet Chen Ze remained utterly fearless. His hands rapidly formed seals, his movements flowing like drifting clouds and running water as he murmured incantations in a low, mysterious voice.
In an instant, runes appeared before him one after another, flashing with light as they formed a sturdy runic shield.
As the runes flowed, they radiated an ancient and mighty aura, blocking the surging pressure completely, without letting so much as a drop slip through.
At the same time, Chen Ze's thoughts stirred, and a mysterious curve rose at the corner of his lips.
Dozens of figures identical to Lin Bingchun were "conjured" by him.
Every one of these figures possessed an extraordinary presence, standing shoulder to shoulder with Lin Bingchun.
For a time, it was as though a host of war gods had descended upon the main hall, their momentum soaring like a rainbow.
The people of Xuantian Hall went pale, their eyes widening in terror.
They had never imagined that they would so easily allow the enemy into their nest—and directly into its very heart.
"You aren't Liu Wuhen. Who exactly are you?"
Yu Wei's eyes widened as he stared fixedly at Chen Ze.