In the Primordial Forbidden Land, the battle had reached a white-hot stage. To secure a path of survival for the Ninth Son of Ink Sect, Moluo Tian had used Underworld Palace's hidden reserves and summoned the Ten Ancestors of Underworld Palace.
After a brief silence, the sky above Underworld Palace suddenly split apart with a thunderous roar. An indescribable power erupted, shaking the mortal world.
In an instant, everyone's expressions changed as they looked toward the skies above Underworld Palace.
"Is this... the Fourth Realm?"
Lin Xiaohan, foremost among Kylin Pavilion's grand elders, felt stormy waves churn within his heart as he said in shock.
"Doesn't seem like it."
Ji Yuechu's expression darkened. "But it is not far off. Underworld Palace actually still possesses such a powerhouse."
"What do we do? Retreat?"
Qi Wenzhu, the Martial Chief of Heaven Mending Pavilion, looked at the increasingly terrifying aura in the heavens and spoke.
"I'm afraid it's too late."
Ji Yuechu's expression tightened slightly. "If we retreat now, we will die even faster. I will hold him back. Finish this battle quickly."
Having said that, Ji Yuechu stomped off the ground and shot toward the skies above Underworld Palace.
"You're not going anywhere."
Moluo Tian's figure flashed as he tried to block the Ji Family Holy Lord's path.
Qi Wenzhu narrowed his eyes. The folding fan in his hand flew forth, blocking the man before him first.
"Qi Wenzhu, do not think that bearing the title of Martial Chief makes you truly the chief among martial artists. Before me, those two words, 'Martial Chief,' are not worth mentioning," Moluo Tian sneered at the man before him.
"The Palace Lord's great name is known throughout the world. However, I have also heard that a hundred years ago, Palace Lord was defeated by a