Outside the portal to the Tianyuan Continent.
Fang Mo arrived with True Lord Hanli and the others. Five teams, led by five True Lords, with some forty Venerables and nearly two hundred True Man Realm cultivators—a formidable force.
True Lord Qingshui worked with True Lord Yuanhua to remove the restrictions they had laid earlier.
As soon as the restrictions were lifted, a surging wave of cold swept out of the teleportation array. Frost began forming on the surrounding ground, and everyone involuntarily stepped back. The True Man Realm cultivators' expressions changed as they felt the biting chill.
"It's grown stronger again!"
True Lord Qingshui and Yuan Hua exchanged glances, their expressions turning grave.
True Lord Hanli closed his eyes and sensed the cold for a moment, then said solemnly:
"It's evolving too quickly. We can't give it any more time. Prepare to enter immediately. Once inside, Team One will stay behind and establish a defensive base. I'll lead Teams Two and Three. Teams Four and Five..."
He paused and looked at Fang Mo. "You know the terrain, and your talent is unique. You'll lead Teams Four and Five, scouting ahead and guiding our route."
"Your disciple accepts the order!" Fang Mo cupped his fists.
The captains of Teams Four and Five were True Lord Ding Jun and True Lord Chiri respectively. With his guardian, True Lord Tianluo, that made three True Lords. Supported by Fang Mo himself, the Holy Son, and the four Venerables of his guard, their strength was no less than that of True Lord Hanli's group.
The orders were swiftly passed down, and the Venerables immediately split into two groups.
Just as everyone was about to lead their teams out, they suddenly stopped.
Light flashed repeatedly as powerful figures stepped out one after another.
Before long, several