Light and shadow flickered before Xia Pingan's eyes, and when he finally came to a stop, he was already in the huge spatial Rift in the sky above the pantheon planet. Black and red mist surged around him, while lightning and storms raged above his head. Beneath his feet, the huge Rift in the heavenly path sect's Secret realm Palace was closing up in a flash of golden light. It was like a closed door, but also like a wound that had been healed.
With a quick glance, Xia ping 'an could still see that the experts of the Shu long family who had entered the secret realm had not been ejected. Xia ping' an saw that each of them had taken out a formation disk or magic item to protect themselves in the air. The formation disks of the Shu long family disciples were all linked together, forming a Dragon-shaped formation that floated in the air. It collided with the formation of the secret realm of the heavenly path sect.
