"Who dares trespass here?"
Mu Qingsi glanced at her husband, who was preparing to undergo his tribulation, then withdrew into a secret chamber in the Inner Valley.
This was the formation eye of the entire island. Through the earth veins branching in every direction, she sensed the auras of those who had intruded.
Mist churned through the hall. Spirit essence concentrated in a carved stone lotus bubbled upward, conjuring an image of the entire island in midair. The auras detected by the array appeared upon it as ink-black dots.
"They're coming from the west?"
Mu Qingsi was slightly startled. Just as she was about to respond, she suddenly discovered signs of more intruders.
There were twelve of them in all. They soon triggered the defensive restrictions set up beforehand on Little Olive Island, then broke through at astonishing speed.
Boom!
A thunderous force struck the road ahead. Flames exploded, instantly blasting the dozen or so Black Demon Corpses blocking the way into mangled fragments.
Yet the group's attention was not on these enemies. Instead, they looked up at the distant sky, where a bolt of thunder had just descended.
"Excellent. We've made it in time."
Delight appeared in the eyes of a white-haired elder. Turning back, he told the others, "The thunder tribulation is perilous. If we strike while he faces it, we can surely slay him here. But if we're swept into it, we too will certainly die. That risk is unavoidable."
The others replied, "Rest assured, Elder Xiao. If we feared death, we wouldn't have come."
"Indeed. Our family fortunes and descendants are all counting on this desperate gamble. If these decrepit bodies and our remaining years can buy them a turning point, it'll be well worth it."
These were all elderly cultivators who had lived seven