By the time Lu Feng had stealthily made his way to the other side of Moon God Palace, the sounds of fighting from within had already subsided.
Just as Lu Feng was worrying about Ye Fan, a vast cloud of dense black-green mist suddenly spread out from the entrance, billowing toward the encirclement.
The tension in Lu Feng's heart immediately eased. He understood that Ye Fan must have used some means to deal with the many Black-Robed Moon Corpses.
He immediately turned his attention to the rear of Moon God Palace.
Sure enough, the White-Robed Moon Corpses and Red Robe Moon Corpses had truly been trapped there by formations.
Though there were not many of them, fewer than twenty in total, they already posed a deadly threat.
Lu Feng did not hesitate for long. The instant he saw the thick mist at the entrance spreading outward and disrupting the Red Moon radiance cast by the gathered crowd, he revealed himself and charged toward the two formations.
"What person!?"
As the formation guards cried out in alarm, Lu Feng's palm strike had already descended.
Shallow Water's Din, Deep Pool's Stillness.
Since his face was covered and he was concealing his identity, Lu Feng had switched to a palm technique he had comprehended from the Zen Meaning of the Zen Sect.
When the formation guard saw the palm strike coming at him, utterly placid and unremarkable in momentum, he initially did not think much of it. Yet at the moment of contact, he suddenly felt a vast, restrained force erupt forth.
In an instant, he was blasted away and embedded in the stone wall of Moon God Palace.
Jin Guan Bai, Jin Guan Kai, Sun Liuliu, and the others, who had been resisting the spreading mist, reacted at once, but they were