Under cover of night, the Ancient Demon Talismans spread throughout Paper Figure Peak, quickly relaying one piece of information after another to Lin Fan.
The entire Paper Figure Peak had plunged into a terrifying slaughter, and the most dreadful battlefield was undoubtedly the summit of Paper Figure Peak.
Lin Fan looked up. In the pitch-black night, dazzling, eye-searing light burst from the direction of the summit, like thick bolts of lightning tearing across the night sky, accompanied by deafening booms.
A mighty expert had made a move. The spreading pressure and fluctuations swept in all directions like furious waves.
Even from a certain distance away, he could still feel a dangerous aura surging toward him.
This was not a clash between one or two mighty experts, but a fierce battle among several beings who had reached this realm.
The gale howled as a paper figure hovered in midair.
Cyan light swirled around its body. Its face was deathly pale, devoid of all color, and it was glaring furiously ahead.
It suddenly shouted harshly, "The Ling Xiao Sect has three main peaks bearing its inheritances. Now that Paper Figure Peak has come under attack, Lingxiao Peak and Luoyun Peak will certainly not stand idly by."
"The Yunmeng Sect is indeed powerful, but no matter how strong it is, how could it possibly contend with the entire Ling Xiao Sect?"
"If you retreat now, there is still time. Otherwise, all of you will be buried here tonight."
Beside it stood another sinister-looking paper figure, but only half of its tattered body remained. It looked extremely battered and wretched.
Not far away, three figures slowly emerged from the darkness.
The person at the front was wrapped in black robes, his expression cold and severe as he looked at the paper figure with