At this moment, the remaining cultivators of the Holy Light Ancient Country began to break through.
A look of unwillingness flashed in Yuan Ming's eyes as he also made his escape.
The Holy Light Ancient City, after all, had fallen.
The speed of the fall was beyond his imagination.
Before leaving, his father had prepared for the potential fall of the capital city, thus expending essence blood to draw three talismans, to be used at critical moments for survival.
Once again activating the third talisman, the Great Shift Talisman.
In an instant, he was transported a hundred thousand miles away.
The void changed, Yuan Ming's feet touched the ground. This was a mountain range, and Yuan Ming sighed, "I am finally safe, but I have failed my father! The Holy Light Ancient Country is lost."
At this moment, a voice came.
"I must ask fellow Daoist to die!"
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While both sides were engaged in a fierce battle, Lu Xuanji silently infiltrated the Holy Light Ancient City.
