At the first sound reaching their ears, Prefect Qingbo and the others, who had just been flying onward, immediately stopped in unison.
The arrival of another wave of cultivators undoubtedly made the situation at the scene even more complicated. But to Prefect Qingbo and the others, this change would undoubtedly be a good thing.
"Those are cultivators from Tianshu Land!"
As everyone stopped, someone immediately recognized the identities of the several figures rapidly approaching and called out a warning.
Actually, there was no need to identify them. Most of the cultivators present had already guessed the specific identities of this arriving group from that single statement.
Old Ancestor An Ya was absolutely the most renowned existence in the Aoteng Interface over the past several thousand years.
After arriving from the True Ghost Realm, Old Ancestor An Ya had already fought with cultivators from countless prefectures and lands. The number of peak Profound Tier cultivators who had fallen at his hands was certainly no fewer than six or seven, even if it had not reached ten.
Ruthless and black-hearted—this was how those who knew Old Ancestor An Ya judged him.
Now that he heard Old Ancestor An Ya had arrived, a surge of delight suddenly welled up in Prefect Qingbo's heart. As his thoughts flashed, he immediately sent a voice transmission ordering everyone to stop.
At this moment, Prefect Qingbo was incomparably vexed. He had of course already learned why this place was filled with that strange, invisible force possessing such powerful restraining and obstructive properties.
The culprit was precisely the young man fighting Zi Hao.
If everyone had swarmed forward at the beginning, then relying on the strength of fifteen people, even if they could not kill Mo Ye and the others, they would still have been able to drive