"Lord of Wenqu Palace..." Princess Qingqing sensed something as well and hurriedly cried, "Wh-what is going on?"
Princess Zixia also cried out, "This seems... not to be a sign of the formation breaking?"
Wenqu laughed aloud, long since concealing the surprise in his heart, and said loudly, "Rest assured, this is precisely a sign of the formation breaking. Those are three immortal formations—without such a tremendous commotion, how could they possibly be broken?"
"Haha..." Princess Qingqing clapped her hands and laughed. "Thunderclap, well done! My judgment was indeed correct!!"
"Disciples..." Wenqu turned around and commanded, "The Great Sect Leader Masters of our Creation Sect are breaking the formation. We may fight the World-Ending Mayflies without concern. So long as we cross this final hurdle, this world-ending calamity... will pass!"
"Good!" The disciples' courage swelled even further. They swiftly formed their formations, preparing to meet the World-Ending Mayflies.
Looking again at the World-Ending Mayflies, they too seemed disturbed by the fluctuations in the distant sky. More than a dozen mayflies at the ninth grade of Yuan Force drifted about uncertainly. Yet after listening for the time it took to brew half a cup of tea, the surging fluctuations came rolling in from afar. All the mayflies seemed to grow excited, their bodies swelling once more as they began closing in on the Creation Sect disciples...
Just as Wenqu was about to issue an order and seize the initiative, Princess Zixia cried out again, "Not good!"
Wenqu was startled and turned to look. He saw a pitch-black barrier, like the night itself, rapidly spreading across the sky. It not only occupied the skies above the Western Sea, but also pounced toward the Three Great Continents. Yet above Creation Dao Palace, the blackness had already turned grayish white. The entire sky seemed to