The gray Death Qi was shredded by terrifying ripples of power. The forces of wood, metal, water, and fire burst forth in four-colored rosy clouds, while black and white light blanketed the heavens above the Taiji Diagram.
A magnificent scene had appeared within the Immortal Graveyard, leaving Lan An and Xu Zhengyi, hidden in the distance, deeply shaken.
"Master... is so strong!"
Lan An's voice trembled as he stared without blinking at Lin Xuan's figure.
Beneath the Taiji Diagram and the Four Symbols, Zhan Taichong was easily forced back. The dense Sanskrit chains cast by Shen Xin's Great Net of Imprisonment shattered into golden motes of light and vanished into the sky.
There was no need to mention the others. Their strength was far inferior to the two Eternal Emperor Realms, and they were crushed apart amid the strange spectacle of the Four Spirits.
Lin Xuan was unbelievably strong!
"Obviously. He's the master of both teacher and disciple!"
Xu Zhengyi replied beside Lan An, his eyes filled with yearning.
Yet he was not watching Lin Xuan. Instead, he was surveying the entire battlefield.
All of a sudden, Xu Zhengyi's brow furrowed slightly. "Why have those Mad Immortals moved away? They're only watching and haven't made any move. Could someone be controlling them?"
The thought filled Xu Zhengyi with an ominous premonition.
Hearing this, Lan An hurriedly swept his gaze around and discovered the same thing.
"Master, we need to notify our master!"
"Don't disturb him. He can't afford to lose focus in a battle like this."
Xu Zhengyi stopped Lan An, then said, "Let's move closer. If anything changes, we'll notify Master immediately. If possible, we can buy him time to react."
Lan An hurriedly nodded. Then master and disciple approached the battlefield, stopping where the aftershocks could not reach