Crystal Sacred Land

"Bai Mu, Canglan Fairy, hurry and help!" The moment Puxius entered, he drew the attention of three War Puppets that pursued him relentlessly. The little pocket of space had turned gloomy and oppressive, as if the heavens and earth themselves had darkened. Violent lightning crackled overhead, occasionally lashing out with flashes of light. Puxius, transformed into a cloud of blood mist, dodged and retreated as he shouted, "The protective formation is active! Hurry and help me kill these puppets!"

The demon and the immortal saw that the dark clouds overhead were packed with silver-white lightning, and now and then golden lightning flicked out like a tongue. Their expressions both changed slightly as they realized just how formidable the protective formation here was. The golden lightning in particular already contained a hint of annihilation.

But the stronger the protective formation, the more valuable this Crystal Ancient Race Ruins would be to explore. They immediately sprang into action, each using their own demonic or immortal arts. Each took on a War Puppet with the strength of the Body Integration Realm, and the fight was on.

At the same time, the violent silver lightning writhed like a host of wild snakes, striking furiously at the three intruders. Even some Spirit Transmutation level experts would likely be reduced to ashes if struck by a single bolt. Even Void Refinement level experts wouldn't be able to withstand it for long.

But the three were no ordinary fighters. The Three Realms were vast, and strong cultivators were as numerous as clouds. Yet only a mere four or five hundred had reached the Body Integration Realm. These three were among them, each with a special skill of their own. No matter how the silver bolts writhed and the thunder roared, they couldn't shake them in the slightest.