Now that the Ancestral God is almost at the doorstep, how can these two not come out? At least call out the Holy Ancestor's Dharma Form to intimidate them a bit, right?
Hua Ying shook his head: "I don't know, it seems they hurried into the Shengxuan Gate earlier and haven't come out since."
Strange...
Dong Ling turned around, looked at the four-hill mountain behind him, and rudely scanned with his spiritual senses, suddenly feeling a chill down his spine.
On the mountain and below, everyone in the Holy Palace stood like demi-saints in a row, facing him, or rather, facing the external Ancestral God battleground.
Are they all watching the heavenly flame pass by?
No!
They seem to be in a daze?
From mid-mountain to the mountaintop, people were staggered and turned their heads in unison to look in the same distant direction, creating an eerie scene.
"This is..."
Dong Ling's curiosity was intense.
