"Heavens, what's going on? This is bad, everyone, run!" In the midst of the peaceful First-Rate Sect, a voice suddenly rang out. Everyone could clearly hear the fear and panic contained within it.
A young disciple looked puzzled. "What's going on? That sounded like the sect master's voice." The others looked at one another. They were a First-Rate Sect—who in this area would dare make trouble for them?
Only then did the others finally understand what was happening. A terrifying, chaotic aura suddenly swept over them, and quite a few people became too frightened to move. It was because he had sensed this aura that the sect master had become so flustered. Though the other higher-ups wanted to flee, it was already too late.
Two figures flashed through the sky. A streak of red light suddenly plunged downward, grazing the edge of the sect. After a violent tremor, the Sect-Guardian Grand Formation was completely blasted apart, without even the slightest chance to buffer the attack.
The red light swept past the side of the sect, leaving behind a deep ravine. Anyone unaware of the truth might have thought it a naturally formed canyon. Blood aura permeated its depths; those lacking sufficient strength risked losing themselves from merely catching its scent at a distance.
The two figures flashed away and vanished in the blink of an eye. The people within the sect stared blankly at the ravine that had appeared out of nowhere, then at the vanished Sect-Guardian Grand Formation. This heavenly disaster had come far too suddenly, descending from above without warning and leaving everyone stunned. They had not never encountered such situations before.
But those disasters had all been caused by Spirit Emperors, and their range of destruction had been very limited. A First-Rate Sect like theirs would not