"You motherfucking—"
Ji Yuan heard someone cursing from behind and to his right.
But before the sentence could finish, that figure, merely at the Spirit Transformation Late Stage, was torn apart by the lightning.
At that very moment of life and death, Ji Yuan and the people beside him suddenly vanished—fortunately, they had been standing at the center of the Teleportation Formation, so they were the first to be teleported away.
Not only that, just as Ji Yuan's figure faded away, he saw several other figures activate the Teleportation Formation through some unknown means.
At this critical juncture between life and death, they teleported away.
Among them were Jiang Jun and the other four humans.
As Ji Yuan felt the tangible sensation of his body being carried away by the teleportation, he secretly breathed a sigh of relief, but a chill also rose in his heart.
The True Dragon Clan had truly grown accustomed to lording over everyone.
They clearly knew there was someone from the Qilin Clan within the Teleportation Formation, yet they still dared to forcibly destroy it.
And it had been a Void Refinement Realm True Dragon personally making the move. Was he really not afraid of killing Dong Qian, this Qilin, and drawing the Qilin Clan's wrath?
But on second thought, perhaps he truly was not afraid.
Among the three Sacred Races—the Dragon, Phoenix, and Qilin Clans—the Dragon Race was undoubtedly the strongest. Not only did they have veteran Mahayana cultivators, but even among their lower-ranking Tribulation Transcendence and Integrated Body Realm Cultivators, they had the greatest numbers of all three clans.
The Phoenix Clan had not been much stronger before, but now their ancestor had advanced into Mahayana.
The Dragon and Phoenix Clans faintly seemed poised to divide the world between them.
Only the Qilin