"All right, stop!"
"Up ahead is a key node in the Huo Luo Clan's altar formation. Huo Luo Clan powerhouses are stationed there."
"If we get too close, they'll definitely spot us. Let's stop here for now."
Longyan Star Domain.
Jiang Yan led the Sword Sect and numerous powerhouses from Xuanbing Palace to the coordinates provided by the Feather Transformation Sect. Standing at the very front, his eyes gleamed.
"It's over there!"
Ahead lay what seemed to be nothing more than a stretch of dark, empty space. But to his senses, layer upon layer of a vast formation was slowly turning, radiating enough power to destroy the heavens and earth.
Without any precautions, simply crashing into it would likely cost even Jiang Yan dearly.
"Now, listen for my signal."
Jiang Yan drew a deep breath and pointed ahead.
"Next, I'll break through the formation here and hold off the Huo Luo Clan powerhouses inside."
"Your task is to kill everyone else from the Huo Luo Clan."
"Remember, don't let a single one escape. Otherwise, we'll likely invite further trouble."
"Is that clear?"
"We will obey the decree of Dao Lord Jiang! We'll fight with all our strength and let no one escape."
The martial artists of the two sects answered with solemn expressions. Even the female martial artists from Xuanbing Palace all wore grim expressions, their killing intent surging.
They had no personal grudge against the Huo Luo Clan. But those who weren't of our race had different hearts. In the Golden Great World at the heart of the Mother River, belonging to a different race was the greatest grudge of all.
Everything here followed the law of the jungle in the depths of the starry sky: the weak were prey to the strong.
"Good."
Jiang Yan nodded, then stepped