"Xuanyuan, damn it, how can you come to this place through the Outer World channel?! Weren't you held back by the Ten Thousand Races Cultivators at the channel?" Mo Lin glared at Xuanyuan with a ferocious expression.
"Hmph! Just with those petty people? Do you understand Stealthy Passage? I merely split a bit of power to deceive them instead." Xuanyuan showed a hint of disdain on his indifferent face.
Mo Lin's expression changed, the space in front of him shattered, and a pitch-black halberd flew out from it.
Mo Lin swung the halberd, and it seemed as if it carried the rise and fall of galaxies, with flashes of planetary destruction.
Yang Yan was stunned.
He never imagined that Mo Lin, the ancestor of the Mo Lin clan, was so powerful.
If Xuanyuan hadn't arrived in person, they would surely be buried here.
"Battle!!!"
Mo Lin let out a low growl, frantically swinging the halberd towards Xuanyuan.
