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Elsewhere.

Deep within the Danyang Small Sea Region.

At Danyang Palace's base, Danyang Island—home to a Third Rank Middle Grade spirit vein—had also raised an enormous curtain of light that blanketed the entire island.

Yan Qing and Jia Mu Zhenren, two Golden Core Middle Stage powerhouses, frantically controlled their magic treasures and bombarded the island's defensive formation, battering it until ripples surged across its surface.

Even though the two Golden Core Initial Stage cultivators stationed on the island had joined more than a thousand low-level Danyang Palace cultivators to lay down two Third Rank Low Grade killing formations, they still found it utterly difficult to withstand Yan Qing and Jia Mu Zhenren's offensive.

The Third Rank High Grade defense array on Danyang Island, which possessed an array artifact, was consequently battered by unceasing ripples, its spiritual light gradually dimming.

Yet Yan Qing and Jia Mu Zhenren were not delighted by this. Instead, they felt troubled.

They had not expected Danyang Palace's palace-guarding defense array to be so sturdy.

At their current pace of attacking Danyang Palace's Guardian Array, they would likely need at least another three months before they had any chance of shattering it.

Three months was no short time—enough for countless unforeseen changes to arise.

Only a few hours later, three Golden Core escape lights raced over from different directions.

"What thieves dare lay hands on the ally of my Golden Yuan Temple?!"

A booming roar brimming with vigor followed from one of the escape lights, which radiated the aura of the Golden Core Middle Stage.

Yan Qing and Jia Mu Zhenren were both greatly startled. Their expressions darkened with gravity.

"This is trouble."

They recalled the magic treasures attacking Danyang Palace's Guardian Array and kept them around themselves in defense.

The two Golden Core Initial Stage cultivators