Dragon Fang Mountain.
It was the most secret route from the Xu Family to Great Qian.
It was deep into the night at this moment.
Yet here, it was illuminated as if it were daylight.
Twelve Golden Body Dharma Identities hung in the sky, like resplendent suns, their expressions stern and fixed unwaveringly on the opposite side.
Whenever someone was exhausted, immediately, another Yin God Cultivator took over.
Zhu Jue stood feebly at the forefront.
He was the guardian of the Armory, not having left the Imperial City for thousands of years.
Yet now, he was the only one who had engaged with the other side.
Despite his severe injuries, he harbored not the slightest regret.
The Xu Family was invited by Brother Shen Yi, and Zhu Jue had to make a move, even if it was futile, just to let the Xu family know Great Qian's stance.
"Miao Dao You, do you see?"
