As Though... None of It Had Ever Been There
"Damn it, there really is Transcendent Realm expert!"
"How is my Mystic One Sect supposed to deal with this? Even if our patriarch were to come out, it probably wouldn't be easy."
"The sect's protective formation is so easily broken! Once it's destroyed, won't we be... Damn it, why did I even watch? Run!"
Despite Wu Fan speaking up, the crowd could no longer remain calm.
They were fairly aware of the overall strength of the sect.
If it is a powerful expert at the Dao Comprehension Realm, it is not impossible to try a battle.
However, if they encounter a powerhouse at the Transcendent Realm, they have almost no chance of winning.
Even some of the elders looked extremely grim at this moment.
Meanwhile, many of the disciples were in complete panic.
The reason they could watch the excitement without worry before was because they felt they had the protection of the formation and that danger wouldn't Descent them.
But now, even the sect's protective formation has developed cracks.
This finally brought them to their senses.
If we don't run now, it'll be too late!
In an instant, the scene became incredibly chaotic.
Faced with this situation, Wu Fan's face turned ashen with anger.
"Cloud Heaven Holy Land, you have gone too far!"
Looking at the figure of the Transcendent Realm expert above him, Wu Fan gritted his teeth.
What a load of rubbish! The Sacred Artifact is lost! What a load of rubbish! The legacy of Saint is stolen!
It's all fake!
It's obvious that the Cloud Heaven Holy Land is after the wealth accumulated by the Mystic One Sect over the years.
They used the pretext of a given deadline to secretly carry out such actions.
It's obvious they're not giving Mystic One Sect any time to prepare.
"Right now, we can only wait for the patriarch to make a move!"
Wu Fan took a deep breath.
While the strength of our ancestors may not be considered the pinnacle, it was certainly comparable to that of the Transcendent Realm.
However, if we were to invite a few more venerable elders to intervene, it would surely intimidate the opponent.
As long as it buys the sect some breathing room.
Perhaps then, one might find themselves in a situation where, after seemingly endless mountains and rivers, a new village appears out of nowhere.
At this moment.
Outside the formation.
The Transcendent Realm expert from the Dongfang Clan did not stop there.
The long staff was retrieved into his hand.
The next moment, his figure appeared above the formation.
Rumble.
The void suddenly began to tremble.
At this moment, with it as the center, the surrounding heaven and earth seemed to tremble in unison.
A huge phantom slowly appeared above it.
This figure, like a small mountain, seemed to weigh heavily on everyone's hearts the moment it appeared.
Even through the array, the faces of many disciples below turned deathly pale, their mouths agape, yet they still felt unable to breathe.
Damn it!
Wu Fan's expression changed drastically in succession:
"Stop them immediately!"
As he spoke, he raised his hand and pointed to the group of elders who were controlling the killing formation.
Startled by the sound, the elders quickly came to their senses and were about to unleash their power.
Unfortunately, how could their speed compare to that of a Transcendent Realm expert?
In the blink of an eye, the enormous figure had materialized.
In his hand, too, was a gigantic club that sent chills down one's spine.
Then, to everyone's horror, the phantom, along with the human figure, wielded a staff with both hands and suddenly slammed it down towards the formation below.
Boom!
One shot down.
Straight to the heart of the enemy!
The entire ground trembled violently.
Even the void itself began to distort.
In an instant, countless large cracks spread outwards from the ground surrounding the formation.
At the location of the array base, countless explosions rang out in succession.
The elders responsible for maintaining the sect's protective formation were severely injured, some with flushed faces and others spitting out blood.
This attack was truly terrifying.
Fortunately, the sect's protective formation was not directly destroyed.
Even so, everyone knew the truth.
Judging from the remaining light of the formation, it is clear that the formation is now in grave danger and cannot withstand another attack.
"The Mystic One Sect is doomed!"
An idea struck everyone's minds like lightning.
The shock and worry I felt just now completely vanished.
Instead, there was endless despair and panic.
"Run! If you don't run, you'll be dead!"
One of the disciples spoke in fear, his voice trailing off.
A certain balance was instantly shattered.
In an instant, the disciples went berserk, swarming in all directions.
Panic can spread.
Once it begins, it spreads like a plague.
Some elders watched this scene with anger in their eyes.
"In such a critical moment, you all refuse to risk your lives for the sect, only thinking of escaping. Once this crisis is over, I will personally kill you all!"
At the same time, an elder, his expression shifting, quickly made a decision.
"Everyone, I am now withdrawing from the Mystic One Sect, and I have nothing to do with them anymore."
As he spoke, he took off the robes of the Mystic One Sect and took out the Mystic One Sect token, throwing them both onto the ground.
"Is this the top power in the Eastern Region?"
Seeing this, Dongfang Jun found it all laughable.
They really only dare to bully the weak and fear the strong.
"But."
Dongfang Jun looked toward the spot where Mo Zhen had left earlier.
"The patriarch of the Mystic One Sect should be coming out soon."
He wanted to see how a sect with such powerful disciples and elders could possibly dare to harm the people of his Dongfang Clan.
If he dares to come out, I'll make sure he never leaves.
If you don't dare, then just charge in.
"Wu Fan!"
Faced with the chaotic scene, one of the elders spoke up in anger:
"Why hasn't the ancestor I sent to invite come out yet!"
Given the current situation, it seems that even the patriarch cannot control it without taking action.
Wu Fan then came to his senses.
His brows furrowed instantly.
So much time has passed.
Why didn't the ancestors even show any aura?
Does it really need to take this long?
Mo Zhen's actions this time were truly unreliable.
At that moment, he decisively said:
"I'll go take a look."
Without daring to delay even for a moment, Wu Fan pushed his speed to the limit.
Soon, he arrived at the place where the sect's patriarchs were sleeping.
Normally, this place is surrounded by countless formations, and only those with the necessary permissions can enter.
Perhaps it was because Mo Zhen had been there.
The journey was smooth and unimpeded.
How could that be?
For some reason, as he walked, Wu Fan suddenly felt a strong sense of foreboding.
Since Mo Zhen has already come...
Why hasn't the patriarch made a move?
At this moment, Wu Fan was a few points faster.
Soon, we arrived at the place where our ancestors slept.
This place is where the spiritual energy of the Mystic One Sect is most concentrated, and it is also where the ancestors slumber.
Although some of the patriarchs had short lifespans, they still had the potential to achieve breakthroughs, so they cultivated in secret chambers.
Others, nearing the end of their lives, with only a sliver of strength left to fight, used special long coffins to preserve their life force as much as possible.
In fact, there are quite a few ancestors of varying strengths.
But at this moment, things took an unexpected turn...
Clean.
The door to the secret chamber was wide open, but the patriarch was nowhere to be seen.
Above the formation, the long coffins vanished without a trace.
The ground and surrounding area were spotless, without a trace of dirt.
Even other traces were completely gone.
As if...
I never possessed anything.
This scene was witnessed by many.
Wu Fan froze, stunned for a full Sanxi.
Finally, the loud noise outside woke him up.
He then blinked with difficulty and looked around again.
At that moment, his gaze suddenly stopped and fell on a line of words.