The sudden voice plunged the entire Heavenly Spirit Great World into silence. Just hearing it made all living beings feel a chill in their hearts; they could not imagine what sort of existence could possess such presence.
Zhu Xing looked up at the sky, his expression somewhat dazed. He murmured, "Master..."
He understood that although the War Court had mobilized such terrifying power with the goal of killing Long Qing, its main target was still the existence protecting the Heavenly Spirit Great World.
The thought that his master was going to cross hands with that terrifying existence who had slain the Heavenly Spirit God left his thoughts in turmoil.
Then he thought of the mythical existences of the War Court. This time, there would likely be an unprecedented vicious battle, and the Heavenly Spirit Great World might very well be turned to flying ash because of it.
He turned and looked at the disciples in the distance who were gazing up at the sky, and could not help sighing.
After staying in the Taixuan Sect for so many years, he was filled with feelings for this place, but no amount of feeling was more important than his life.
He had already turned his back on the War Court. Facing a situation like this, all he could do was flee the disaster.
He withdrew his gaze and vanished into thin air before the pavilion.
Long Teng, Long Ya, and the other cultivators around them had never expected him to flee. They assumed he had gone to support Long Qing, so they did not think much of it.
Qingtian Old Ancestor slipped back into Ye Cang's body, and his voice rang out in Ye Cang's heart:
"There are many auras within the War Court that I absolutely cannot contend with. In the