Yan Zhaoge looked solemnly in the direction of Broad Creed Mountain, where black devilish qi surged to the heavens, the usual clear, spiritual mountains currently resembling a ghost domain.
"Internally plagued with the descent of the Nine Underworlds and Xin Dongping attacking father alongside Yuan Tian having wrested control of the grand formation, externally with the Sacred Sun Clan and the Heavenly Thunder Hall watching hungrily by the side," Yan Zhaoge sucked in a deep breath, "This tribulation, is really a hard one."
Ah Hu looked rather worriedly at him, "Young Master. The Family Head…"
Yan Zhaoge did not speak, carefully observing Broad Creed Mountain.
Above the mountain peaks, the space was distorting unceasingly, as though it might break apart at any moment, infinite destructive power leaking out from within, descending towards Broad Creed Mountain below.