The two sides were locked in a delicate stalemate.
Yang Lingtian's sudden arrival instantly shattered the tranquility here.
The ten Black Robe Divine Lords turned their icy gazes toward him almost simultaneously.
When they sensed that Yang Lingtian's cultivation was merely at the Mid Divine Sect Realm,
their eyes revealed undisguised contempt and surprise.
"Where did this ant come from? How dare it barge in here?"
one of the Black Robe Divine Lords said coldly, his voice hoarse and grating.
"He's courting death."
Another snorted mockingly, seemingly not taking Yang Lingtian seriously at all.
Meanwhile, Chen Yiyue, who was resisting with all her might, froze the moment she saw Yang Lingtian.
That cold and breathtakingly beautiful face was instantly filled with shock, worry, and even a trace of barely perceptible anger.
"Husband."
She cried out, her voice trembling slightly.
"How did you come here? Are you insane? Leave, quickly!"
She knew all too well how dangerous this place was.
Each of these ten men in black robes was a genuine Divine Lord powerhouse.
Their methods were strange, and they worked together with perfect coordination.
Not to mention, there was still a terrifying existence standing behind them.
Yang Lingtian might be a monstrous genius, but he was ultimately only at the Mid Divine Sect Realm.
Coming here was no different from throwing his life away.
Yang Lingtian looked at her pale face and the trace of blood that had yet to dry at the corner of her mouth.
His heart felt as if an invisible hand had seized it in a death grip, the pain making it impossible to breathe.
He did not answer her. He merely stared fixedly at her with eyes burning with boundless fury and heartache.
Then, slowly and word by word, he said, "I came to take