"What happened?"
Lin Xuan's face changed drastically. Even he had never expected such a turn of events; beforehand, there had not been the slightest sign.
The three Ancient Demons beside him looked at one another in blank dismay. If Lin Xuan did not know, then they were naturally even more completely at a loss.
"Leave this place first," Lin Xuan ordered.
The falling rubble could not harm him in the slightest, but remaining here was clearly no correct choice. Better to leave first and talk afterward.
The thought flashed through his mind, and his movements were not slow in the least.
With his hands coming together, he had already placed the Treasure Map back inside, then impolitely stuffed the wooden box into his robes.
Afterward, azure light surged all over Lin Xuan, and he flew outward against the rain of tumbling stones.
The three demons of the Xianyun Sect naturally reacted a little slower than Lin Xuan. At this moment, their hearts were both shocked and furious. After exhausting twists and turns, they had finally taken back their main altar with great difficulty—how had they run into another such calamity?
The Thunder Eagle Gang had clearly already been destroyed. Could it be that new enemies had come again?
Other than confusion, there was still only confusion. The fury in their hearts went without saying. However, they did not lose their heads in panic. Martial Uncle Lin was their backbone; he was a mighty being of the Spirit Division Stage. Moreover, Martial Uncle seemed even more formidable than existences of the same rank. With him holding the fort here, could anyone really stir up any tricks?
Thinking this, the three demons each released their protective demonic qi and, seeming slow but actually swift, flew out together with Lin Xuan.
A rumbling