Chen Qing and the other five turned into six streaks of flowing light and, in the blink of an eye, reached the very heart of the Xuanmo Ancient Kingdom Ruins.
Looking up, they saw that hundred-foot colossal pill furnace stretching across the center of heaven and earth. Even from this distance, its vast pressure came crashing toward them.
At this moment, before the restriction light screen in front of the pill furnace, the various factions had already all arrived, standing in four clearly distinct groups.
Ling Xuance stood at the forefront.
Several figures stood beside him, each with a powerful aura. To his left was Wu Xuanhai of the Ghost Witch Sect, with Frost Silence Dharma King of Great Snow Mountain behind him.
To his right stood Ye Canglan of the Night Clan. His blue-gray skin glimmered with an eerie sheen, and when his vertical pupils swept over the crowd, they carried a chilling coldness that made scalps tingle. The two Night Clan Night Watchers beside him were wreathed in Killing Intent as dark as ink.
"Night Clan!"
Shen Qinghong lowered her voice. "I have fought that man before."
"How strong is he?" Ke Tianzong asked in a deep voice, his brows tightly furrowed.
"Ye Canglan, the leader, is extremely powerful. He has already reached the peak of the Fifth Turn, and the Night Clan's methods are bizarre and unpredictable. If we fight to the death, I am no match for him." There was a note of gravity in Shen Qinghong's voice.
As soon as those words fell, the expressions of everyone from Yan Kingdom darkened.
Shen Qinghong's strength ranked among the foremost Fifth-Turn Grandmasters of Yan Kingdom's Six Great Supreme Sects. Even she admitted she was no match for him. This showed just how terrifying Ye Canglan was.
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