The group led by Qin Baihuang was currently enveloped by the sound of thunder.
Armored giants rose from the ground, throwing the Xuanzhui Mountain camp into chaos. Dozens of streaks of light flew beneath the dome of the great hall. To these armored giants, these low-level cultivators were like mosquitoes, easily swatted aside with a sword or a palm strike.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
The sound of blood mist in the hall was continuous and unbearable to witness.
However, amidst the chaos, Qin Qianlian remained calm, merely gazing upwards at the "sun" suspended above the grand hall.
The entire hall was shrouded in this radiant light.
"This sun... there's something wrong with it!"
Venerable Baocheng covered his severed arm, stumbling as he stood up.
Having traveled the world for many years, Venerable Baocheng had visited numerous secret realms.
He knew well the perils of secret realms. While the Dragon Heart Fruit was certainly precious, great opportunities often came with great dangers.
