"Hmm?" The Tianmen Patriarch let out a light exclamation. He originally wanted to kill Nolan Rong silently, but he didn't expect to be blocked by this formation.
No wonder after the demise of Xuanmen, none of the saints sent out had ever captured the Wanshou Peak. This defensive shield is probably not much worse than the Tianmen Peak's mountain protection formation.
The old man narrowed his eyes: "It's quite interesting."
Nolan Rong's blood ran cold. At this moment, Xie Yuce recognized the man and his expression changed: "It's the ancestor of Tianmen. Get out of here!"
"Want to escape? I'll send you on your way!" The old ancestor raised his hand and condensed the void. Chains of order fell from the sky, followed by a series of numbing sounds that exploded in the sea of consciousness. The defensive light shield glowed violently, more dazzling than the sun, alarming the creatures below.
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