"Wu Zhao Mountain, stop him!"
Lin Xuan shot into the air, racing forward as his spiritual intent trembled, sending a message to Wu Zhao Mountain.
"It will be difficult!"
"I am doing all I can to resist the Nine Divine Iron Stakes of World Suppression. The rules of this land are nearly impossible to maintain. The Nine Divine Iron Stakes of World Suppression were born for warfare; they will only grow stronger."
Wu Zhao Mountain gave its reply.
Lin Xuan's expression turned exceptionally grim. "Then send me east, immediately!"
Lin Xuan could not help grumbling inwardly. Wu Zhao Mountain was so enormous, yet when it mattered most, it dropped the ball. It was simply absurd.
"Ah..."
This time, Wu Zhao Mountain did not answer, but instead let out a sigh.
Lin Xuan's brows drew tightly together. He could not be bothered to waste another word, pouring all his strength into his flight as he streaked across the heavens like a meteor.
"Sect Master!"
Their earlier exchange had lasted only an instant. Only now did Wu Mingyao cry out in alarm. She had no idea what was happening; Lin Xuan had actually taken her soaring through the skies, disregarding Wu Zhao Mountain's rules.
"My people are in danger. Keep recovering!"
Lin Xuan did not explain much, merely tossing out those words.
Wu Mingyao's expression hardened. She immediately fell silent, allowing Lin Xuan's enormous hand of power to pull her onward as she calmed her heart and resumed recovering.
She knew all of Lin Xuan's companions. Ling Pianran, in particular, was a formidable existence among the Emperor Seeds. If even they were in danger, the opponent they faced was surely no simple figure.
In truth, Wu Mingyao already had a faint guess. The only one who could drive that group into such