As Devil Lord Xu Lian spoke, his thoughts had already drifted into the Taixuan Sect. This great battle concerned the Ten Thousand Yin Sect's thousand years of fortune—even its rise and fall.
He could no longer wait to join the battle!
But before he could finish speaking, he instinctively sensed a terrifying aura of danger and glanced over.
Everything happened too fast!
Even a Great Cultivator like him, at the fourth level of the Void Crossing Realm, had no time to react.
In his eyes, a translucent stream of air came hurtling toward them at an inconceivable speed, passing between the mountain peaks and warping the very heaven and earth before him.
The disciple standing before him was still looking at him. The other disciples building the formation platform had all stopped. Everything had fallen still, while only the aura of death drew near with such terrifying speed.
Boom!
A mass of air tore across the sky and slammed into the flat ground between the mountains. Devil Lord Xu Lian and the demonic cultivators were instantly ground into ash. Blinding light burst forth, flooding the surrounding mountain peaks and devouring everything in its path.
Above Mystic Valley.
Yang Ni, Li Ya, White Centipede, and the others who had been fighting were all startled. They quickly put distance between themselves and turned to look, only to see a magnificent burst of light at the horizon. A terrifying pressure swept over them, making their expressions change drastically.
Li Ya hurriedly flew down into the forest below and swiftly found Gu An.
Gu An hid behind a tree, pretending to tremble in terror. Seeing that he was unharmed, Li Ya breathed a sigh of relief. Just as he was about to speak, a dreadful gale surged in from afar, bending the forest backward