Demonic Invasion Again

The strike Ning Ye and Jiang Xiaofan launched together was far more powerful than anyone had imagined.

Shang Lingjue even had the feeling that even if the Sacred Sovereign himself struck, it would be no more than this, wouldn't it?

He had never expected Ning Ye to be so ruthless, to truly dare lay a deadly hand on him. At that moment, fear finally seized his heart.

He threw back his head and screamed, "Master, save me!"

"Useless!" Ning Ye said coldly. "The Ten Thousand Immortals Upper Realm has already been sealed. The formation's power may not be able to stop everything completely, but it can hold out for a moment at least—long enough for me to kill you."

The divine blade swept down, and despair filled Shang Lingjue's heart.

But at that moment, dawn split the horizon, and heaven opened along a single line.

A ray of light suddenly shone down.

It fell upon Shang Lingjue and directly swept him up, carrying him into the air.

The sight left everyone speechless.

What was going on?

Why had a fissure suddenly appeared in the perfectly intact Ten Thousand Immortals Grand Formation?

"Stop him!" everyone shouted in unison.

Within the Ten Thousand Immortals Upper Realm, a sinister voice rang out. "Ning Ye, you have quite the nerve, daring to lay hands on the Purple Pole Palace's sect master. But do you really think you can succeed?"

Ning Ye reached out with a clawing hand. "What demon or devil is this? Reveal yourself!"

That grasp caught no one. All he saw was starlight glittering across the sky; this attack of Ning Ye's had accomplished nothing.

Meanwhile, Shang Lingjue seized the chance to rise toward the fissure, shouting, "All disciples, follow me out at once! Once the Patriarch arrives, we shall slay this