Before Yang Zhen could finish saying "just in case," the whole world seemed to have turned upside down.
A terrifying force swept through, and the Thousand Moon Palace of Qianyang Palace, where Yang Zhen and Han Yan'er were, was blasted into fragments.
By the time Yang Zhen reacted, Han Yan'er had already disappeared.
Everywhere were the wails of ghosts and howls of wolves, so no matter whether one was a disciple of some famous and upright sect, in the face of such life-threatening danger, everyone turned out to be a coward, outdoing each other with their screams.
If screaming could have solved the problem, Yang Zhen figured, he could outdo anyone with his long-winded hollering!
But what's the use of screaming? Yang Zhen suddenly remembered that he had given the formation array to Han Yan'er, but had not yet had the chance to tell her how to use it.
Looking at the jade slip in his hand, Yang Zhen cursed a few times before starting to observe his surroundings.
