At the foot of the Sacred Light Mountain, the figures of the three people of Yi TianMo’s group were slightly agitated while they felt backbone-chilling cold. Their soul consciousness immediately spread out, covering the entire entrance to the Sacred Light Mountain.
The warriors surrounding were also frightened, running away to extend the distance between them further more.
Under their horrified look, the three of them suddenly opened their gloomy and malevolent eyes, which looked like icy dew, flexed their legs and dashed forward.
LiFu, who was standing in the front and in charge of blocking the way, now became numb with stiffened face. He laughed and hastily moved forward to prevent them, “Sorry. No invite, cannot enter.”
The three people of Yi TianMo’s group didn’t utter any words nor had any regard to LiFu’s words. Instead, they quickly turned into three flows of light storming forward.
