"What's going on?" Yang Zhengshan looked towards Lan Peng.
Lan Peng also looked utterly baffled.
That sound was clearly not normal.
It was too loud, too resonant. It wasn't thunder sound, but more like something caused by the collision of True Essence and spiritual power.
The people who were walking out of the relic formation all stopped in their tracks, every one of them looking surprised and doubtful.
They all felt that something was off, but they had not yet gone out, so they did not know what the situation outside was.
Then, immediately afterward, voices rang out from outside the formation again.
"Hahaha~~ So it's you, old bastard Duan Qingyun, who came to break the formation This Time!"
"You Mingxiu, you lot have such gall!"
"Old bastard, I don't like the sound of that. Why should this Ancient Relic Formation only be occupied by you three Lingxiu sects? Why can't my Youyu Gate take a share?"
"No matter what, today my Youyu Gate must take a share!"
"Kill!"
One sentence after another, like thunderclaps, carried into the formation. Right after that, a chaotic clamor of battle cries sounded.
Yang Zhengshan and Lan Peng exchanged another glance, and they already understood in their hearts what was going on.
Youyu Gate, the demonic sect in the east of Lingxiu Sea. All along, Youyu Gate had been the greatest enemy of the three Lingxiu sects, and the hostile relationship between both sides had lasted for a thousand years already.
It was Precisely Because Of Youyu Gate's enmity that the three Lingxiu sects had been able to maintain the appearance of allies.
For it to be able to be enemies with the three Lingxiu sects, Youyu Gate's strength could well be imagined.
A single sect could contend against the three Lingxiu sects. The