Primordial Dragon Crocodile, Three Flowers Gathered

"Bang!"

A deafening sound, and the golden columns of light in the hall overhead began to flicker.

Han Muye stepped into the hall, and Immortal Lord Wanling and others hurried forward.

"What's going on!"

Immortal Lord Wanling's face turned as cold as water as he looked at the chaotic golden light in the center of the hall.

The originally rising golden pillar of light was now in a mess, as if it would break at any moment.

The three Immortal Lords sitting cross-legged were pale and trembling.

Golden blood splattered in front of the most serious Immortal Lord Miaoyuan, and blood dripped from the corner of his mouth.

"The teleportation formation of the golden plate was interfered with. We were caught off guard and our formation was broken."

Immortal Lord Wuchen gritted his teeth and said softly.

He looked at Immortal Lord Miaoyuan and took a deep breath. He said in a low voice, "Brother Miaoyuan, are you alright?"