Divine Hall.
Atop the Divine Hall, soaring into the clouds, where no outsider had ever set foot, the space was vast, like an enormous plaza.
At the center of the plaza stood a massive pitch-black structure resembling an altar. Twelve enormous pointed black iron curved horns surrounded it, bent inward and aimed at its center, like a crab lying belly-up with its sharp claws spread wide.
It was covered in crystal stones and intricate talismanic patterns, forming a complex array diagram. At that moment, the patterns flickered with light as energy seemed to flow through them, coursing between the altars as though wind were blowing.
Many people stood outside the altar: Ji Mingfeng, Senior Brother Zhai, and several True Man Realm and Transcendent Realm martial artists. All of them stared intently at the altar, their eyes burning with anticipation.
"The reinforcements are finally arriving!"
Ji Mingfeng could not conceal the excitement in his voice. Four continents had fallen into the hands of the Mechanical Empire in succession, while another two continents had suffered attacks and nearly been destroyed as well.
Had reinforcements not been dispatched in time, those two continents would likely have been lost too.
But this also meant that the Mechanical Empire had found other Trial Continents. The Mechanical Empire was determined to seize the Ancient Realm—how could he not worry? He feared that the Mechanical Empire would strike again and occupy the other continents.
By then, there would be no need for the sect to punish him. He would have to take his own life.
Senior Brother Zhai patted his shoulder and consoled him, "Don't worry. This isn't your responsibility. No one expected the Mechanical Empire to have plotted so deeply. We didn't have enough manpower, so suffering some setbacks was only natural. Once the reinforcements arrive,