Silence!
Oppression!
Dust billowed between heaven and earth. All the Great Cultivators were frozen in place, staring in terror at the mysterious figure within the darkness. They could feel a danger more terrifying than death drawing near.
Zhuang Xian struggled to control his body, but unfortunately, he simply could not.
As he looked at the mysterious figure inside the Black Gate, his fear had already been forced down, replaced by anger.
Threads of aura spilled from his body, turning into golden qi that gradually condensed behind him into the shape of the Supreme Chaos Plate. It was not as vast as when he had fought Lin Canghai before, but it still radiated an unshakable might.
With the appearance of the Supreme Chaos Plate, Zhuang Xian was pleasantly surprised to find that he had actually regained a little strength and could control his body.
Subconsciously, he wanted to lift his foot and move forward, but a hand suddenly pressed down on his shoulder and dragged him back.
The sudden tug made his heart jolt. He instinctively turned his head to look, his eyes widening, and delight surged into his gaze.
"Grandmaster!"
Zhuang Xian spoke instinctively, and An Zizai, who stood ahead, felt his spirit stir at the sound.
Although An Zizai could not turn his head, once he knew his grandmaster had come, all the pressure in his heart vanished in an instant. When he looked again at the mysterious figure inside the Black Gate, his eyes were filled with anticipation.
Gu An, dressed in white, stood beside Zhuang Xian, his left hand resting on Zhuang Xian's right shoulder. The winds and waves between heaven and earth stirred his black hair, and that incomparably handsome face of his was so calm.
"Grandmaster, you're here!"
Zhuang Xian suppressed his excitement and raised