After ransacking the place, he finally left, returning through the Teleportation Array to the void outside the Lan Family's formation.
Yang Lingtian's figure was as elusive as a ghost as he silently concealed himself in a twisted stretch of void.
His divine sense spread out like an invisible tide, blanketing the land and enveloping the distant battlefield in all its dreadful carnage.
Countless flashes of divine abilities exploded there, while fragments of laws flew in every direction.
Yet the Divine Sect Realm experts who truly determined the course of the war maintained an eerie restraint.
The Divine Sect Realm experts on the City Lord's Mansion's side were like lurking tigers, their cold eyes fixed on the battlefield.
The Divine Sect Realm ancestors of the Four Great Families were likewise seated cross-legged in the void, their expressions solemn as they held back without revealing their strength.
"Heh, are they all waiting?" A cold curve tugged at the corners of Yang Lingtian's lips.
"Since none of you are willing to strike first, I'll add a little fuel to the fire and thoroughly muddy this stagnant pool!"
A trace of amusement and anticipation flashed through his deep-set eyes.
These lofty Divine Sect Realm experts threw their weight around and lorded over others in their daily lives, treating all living beings as ants.
Today, he would let them have a taste of being unable to control their own fates, of being toyed with by destiny in the palm of someone else's hand.
With a thought, Yang Lingtian flipped his hand, and a pearl appeared in his palm.
It was none other than the Mysterious Spirit Pearl he had seized from the Netherworld Hall of the Youlong Family.
The moment the pearl appeared, wisps of dao-rhythm spread out, making one's Divine Soul tremble.
"Go, little