With that, they ignored Mandala and circulated the last traces of Spiritual Energy within them, bowing toward the distant horizon as they muttered incantations.
A mysterious fluctuation traveled through the void toward the distance.
At this sight, everyone on the Northern Region Plains shuddered in alarm. Surely only the legendary Heavenly Sovereigns could make Purple Cloud True Lord, Thunder Sound Venerable, and the Golden Eagle Emperor adopt such a posture!
At the thought that a Heavenly Sovereign would descend, everyone's scalps tingled. If such an existence struck, even the Northern Region Plains might cease to exist. Chills ran through their hearts.
The members of the Northern Realm Alliance also felt their hearts turn cold at the sight. But remembering that they, too, had a Heavenly Sovereign behind them, they secretly breathed sighs of relief. Nothing would happen to them, would it?
"Mandala, you will pay for your arrogance!" After finishing his incantation, Purple Cloud True Lord looked at Mandala with a chilling expression. In their minds, Mandala was already as good as dead.
"I return those words to you!" Mandala knew what the three were doing, but she was in no hurry. After all, this was their objective. She likewise watched the three with a cold smile, mockery filling the depths of her beautiful eyes.
"Ancestors, please descend!"
Their voices traveled with fluctuations of Spiritual Energy into some unknown stretch of the void. Instantly, everyone's scalps tingled, as though some primordial beast had turned its gaze upon this place.
"A mere Mandala Flower, yet you dream of dominating the Northern Region alone. You truly know neither the height of heaven nor the depth of earth!"
The next instant, a booming voice rang out, echoing across almost the entire Northern Region Plains. That mighty voice was casual and condescending, its words