"Be careful of the Xuanhe Sect's Demon Emperor Secret Technique. If you can't beat him, run over to me!"
Gu Qingshan's voice rang out in Wei Fan's mind.
The reason Imperial Dao Sects stood so high above all others was not only because Imperial Weapons intimidated every foe, but also because of the secret techniques and powerful bloodlines passed down by Imperial Level Masters.
Wei Fan nodded lightly. He tore open space with both hands and leaped into the Void World. Immediately afterward, Gu Qingshan, Zhou Shen, and the Three-Eyed Toad Saint also shattered space and followed him in.
"What a pity! Why aren't they fighting outside?"
The people in Tianxing City beat their chests and stamped their feet when they saw that the battlefield was in the Void World. This way, they could not witness the battle at all.
The Void World was eternally silent, without a trace of light, yet at this moment it was bright as day. Divine radiance blanketed heaven and earth, while power surged like tidal waves.
"Pay for my fifth brother's life!"
He Feihong let out a long howl and thrust out a claw as solid as substance toward Wei Fan. The fur on the claw was clearly visible, as though it were made of flesh and blood. Its overwhelming vitality and blood shook even the Void World.
"He already carries the bearing of a Dharma Form Martial Saint. As expected of a disciple from an Imperial Dao Sect."
Wei Fan did not know whether this was He Feihong's ultimate move or merely a casual attack, but from the aura he felt at this moment, He Feihong was already no weaker than Elder Xuanjian of the Tianxuan Sect.
And He Feihong was clearly not considered an especially formidable disciple in the Xuanhe Sect. Otherwise,