Rain Venerable's expression suddenly changed drastically.
"Who's playing tricks?"
He barked coldly, still firmly convinced that someone had been playing tricks just now.
Rather than that there was someone whose realm could crush them all.
To conceal oneself from the perception of countless powerhouses and broadcast one's voice directly into everyone's ears out of thin air—this was no longer merely bizarre, but a terrifying event unheard of before.
"Why bother with him? He's just a clown leaping about. Who knows whether he set something up in advance? Ignore him. Once we break the formation, we'll have plenty of ways to deal with this lot."
The many heroes had suffered under Wuya Sect's formation for far too long.
Now that they had finally found a chance to break through it, they naturally had no desire to waste another word. Communication between powerhouses could be completed with a single strand of spiritual sense, without interfering with anything else they were doing.
It was at that moment that a girl in an apricot-colored dress emerged from the back mountain.
She carried no weapon, and her appearance was as approachable as the girl next door. Yet what she did made everyone's breath catch for no reason.
Because she walked across the top-tier grand Dao formation of One Flower, One World as though strolling on level ground.
With just one step, she had arrived at the formation's weak point.
Back mountain.
The old man had just been about to activate the formation.
But then he saw the girl take another step. Her figure seemed to have long since detached itself from endless parallel spaces, beyond the interference of anything in the present world. The old man saw the girl's actions with his own eyes, and the cultivators of Myriad Dao Sect could see them as