Ji Longxue had clearly noticed the commotion too. She turned, her gaze sweeping over Yun Sheng, and a flicker of surprise crossed her eyes.
There was no one in the sealed space besides the people from the Hehuan Sect. Clearly, they were the first faction to arrive.
Just then.
The void above the waterside pavilion rippled violently, and three flashes of silver light appeared in succession.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Three figures tumbled unceremoniously out of the void and slammed onto the bluestone paving.
The Star Moon Demon Saint steadied himself. Several fine cuts had opened on his Deity Transformation-level body, and his gray robes were torn, still carrying the acrid smell of scorching.
Heavenly Hatred True Lord coughed up a large mouthful of black blood. His right hand clutched half a severed limb from an unknown demon beast. His left sleeve hung empty, while demonic qi churned around the stump of his arm, slowly regenerating it.
Changqingzi was in the worst shape. Not only was he covered in dust, but the topknot on his head had been sheared clean off. He lay on the ground like a bald man, gasping for breath.
"Mistress!" At the sight of Yun Sheng, Changqingzi scrambled behind her. "This damned place is downright sinister! The moment we entered, we landed in a Nine Hells Thunderfire Formation. It nearly blasted these old bones apart!"
Seeing their wretched condition, Yun Sheng understood. It seemed the Immortal Palace's teleportation mechanism was random and varied from person to person. She had encountered an illusion that tested her heart and struck straight at her Dao heart, while the Star Moon Demon Saint and the others had faced a pure killing formation.
If the Star Moon Demon Saint had not endured the attacks with his Deity Transformation-level body, Changqingzi and Heavenly