The area was filled with clamor. The Violet-Robed Palace Master had long since lost the dignity and imposing aura she once possessed when she had dominated a corner of the Demon Sea. Since arriving in the Immortal Realm, her cultivation had not been much stronger than that of the other immortal troops or the Dragon Clan. If the Dragon Clan had not been expected to play a significant role in the esoteric Buddhist sect's secret realm, and with conflict between the South Sea Dragon Palace and East Sea Dragon Palace imminent, there would have been no reason to send a few dragons whose strength was nothing special to this perilous place.
Whoosh! Several purple crystal flying knives controlled by the Violet-Robed Palace Master blocked a few four-winged locusts. After a fierce exchange, she seized the moment when one of them let down its guard. The purple crystal flying knives flashed and plunged into the relatively soft abdomen of a four-winged locust. It let out a miserable shriek, its body swaying as it fell into the void below.
Though she had gravely wounded an enemy with a single strike, the Violet-Robed Palace Master showed little joy. A gray-green figure flashed past. As her several purple crystal flying knives slashed toward it, the creature lightly beat its wings. Clang, clang! The knives struck its wings—or, rather, the gray sheen covering them—and rang out like metal against stone, only to be sent flying.
"A True Immortal-level monster." The Violet-Robed Palace Master's expression turned grim. The four-winged locust before her had already begun lightly sweeping its sickle-like forelimbs toward her. In the blink of an eye, its attack was right in front of her.
Before they even made contact, the Violet-Robed Palace Master felt as though her body were being sliced apart. Deep in