Above the Burial Sky Mountain Range.
The Ten Thousand Races Alliance army stood ready as if facing a formidable enemy:
"Boom! Boom! Boom!"
Three hundred warships spread out neatly in a fan formation, their presence magnificent.
Runes flickered across the warships, their light flowing.
They contained immense power.
At the very front, the Golden Flagship stood out like the moon surrounded by stars.
The vessel radiated an aura of nobility and majesty.
Xiao Yan stood atop the flagship.
His brows were tightly furrowed.
His gaze revealed vigilance and confusion.
"Something's wrong."
He muttered under his breath.
Though his voice was soft, it carried a trace of gravity.
"It's too quiet."
This mountain range should have been brimming with life.
Yet now, it was eerily silent.
An ominous feeling rose within Xiao Yan.
Gu Yuan wore the same solemn expression.
He narrowed his eyes slightly.
As if trying to see through the calm surface and uncover the scheme beneath.
He slowly said:
"Hun Tiandi cannot possibly have made no preparations."
Hun Tiandi had always been sinister and cunning, his actions unpredictable.
Since he had invited them here with such fanfare, there had to be some hidden agenda.
Just as everyone was filled with doubt and the atmosphere grew increasingly tense:
Xiao Yan spoke:
"All ships, fall back. Withdraw from the Burial Sky Mountain Range."
"The deputy alliance leader and I will investigate first!"
"You will await orders at any time!"
Xiao Yan frowned slightly:
He had not forgotten the formation made up of the Soul Clan's four Gates of Deathly Stillness!
If they gathered together, would they not become turtles trapped in a jar?
"Boom!"
Just as the warships leaped backward through space, Xiao Yan and Gu Yuan vanished.
They arrived deep within the Burial Sky Mountain Range!
"Boom! Crack!"
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