Does anyone actually Believes That My Master Is A Mortal?

Central Nan State.

Zhang Han had set up several formations.

Looking at the people inside, they no longer had any intention of fleeing, and his fellow sect members were also guarding outside, he couldn't help but heave a sigh of relief.

The battle had reached this point.

It was time to end the fight.

The outcome of the battle was already very clear.

They had won!

They had defeated these foreign invaders.

"Junior brothers and sisters, relax now, we have already won."

"Phew, big senior brother is really... to go into closed-door cultivation at this time. If big senior brother hadn't gone into seclusion, we wouldn't have been brought to this point. I reckon we would have won even earlier,"

Zhang Han waved his hand, feeling somewhat resentful towards Ye Luo.

"Big senior brother is in closed-door life-or-death cultivation; it can't be helped,"

Si Yue stepped forward to explain.

Hearing this,

Zhang Han raised an eyebrow.

He wanted to ask Si Yue why he was so eager to defend Ye Luo.

But before he could voice his question,

Su Xi suddenly spoke up.

"Second senior brother, and everyone else, don't let your guard down, a great terror is awakening."

Su Xi's little face was very serious, and those clear eyes stared intently at the trapped crowd.

Great terror?

Many fellow disciples were stunned and looked at Su Xi in confusion.

At this point, what great terror could there be?

"On me, there resides the Primordial Spirit of a once powerful being, and he has seen that a great terror is awakening below. Everyone, stay vigilant!"

Su Xi said earnestly.

She harbored the Tianyao Saint Monarch, which was the Starfish.

"Great terror? But at this point, what trump card could the other side possibly have to turn defeat into victory?"

Zhang Han frowned.

The others were equally puzzled.

All eight Disciples of the Wayless Sect looked down, wanting to see what these people were up to.

In their field of vision,

those people took out a scroll.

The scroll was bound with many golden charms.

These charms bore strange runes that they could not understand, but they could feel the Vast Rectitude Energy within them.

These charms seemed to be suppressing something.

A middle-aged man among that group was now tearing the charms apart.

As one charm after another was torn,

the eight Disciples of the Wayless Sect felt a lethal threat approaching.

Moreover, every time the middle-aged man tore off a rune, their hearts seemed to shake violently.

"Stop him!"

Zhang Han immediately panicked.

Without guessing, they knew,

that if the scroll was opened,

they might lose their heads.

Although they didn't know what resided inside,

they knew that once the being inside got out, they would be no match for it.

This feeling was very clear; they were also very familiar with it.

It was like...

like the feeling they had once faced when confronting an Immortal's Corpse.

It simply wasn't on the same level.

All Disciples of the Wayless Sect sprang into action,

trying to stop these people from opening the scroll.

But before they had gotten close to the scroll,

the seals on it were completely ripped open and the scroll was unfurled.

In the instant that it unfurled,

a wild, evil wind blew through.

This wind shattered all the formations laid out on the field.

The chessboard that encompassed the whole area was also blown away, turning into a small chessboard and returning to Dantai Luoxue's hand.

Boom!!

Those who had opened the scroll were even blown far away by the wind.

The scroll floated in the sky, seemingly suspended between heaven and earth.

"Heh heh heh, the Old Ancestor has finally emerged again; the creatures I failed to slaughter in the past will not escape their doom today!!"

A voice like the grating of iron on stone emanated from within the scroll.

The sound was extremely ear-piercing.

The scroll unfurled.

A gigantic arm reached out from it.

This arm was purple-black, covered in dense, numerous runes.

As the arm stretched out, the space adjacent to it appeared to twist as though in the throes of an intense fire.

"Hmm? This place is not the Tianjian Continent? Is it another continent? The Old Ancestor is fortunate to have come to a different continent? Heh heh, I wonder how the blood of the creatures from other continents differs from that of the Tianjian Continent, the Old Ancestor just so happens to want to try..."

"A few ants, die for the Old Ancestor!"

The arm suddenly twisted, reaching out to grab the eight disciples of the Wudao Sect.

It seemed intent on seizing all eight disciples at once.

"Go!"

Zhang Han took a deep breath, exhaled a single word, and with a gesture of his hand, numerous formations were laid out.

He wanted to leave with his fellow sect members.

However, no sooner had his formations begun to manifest than they were ruptured by the arm, utterly shattered.

The arm was too fast.

It didn't even give the eight disciples of the Wudao Sect time to react.

The disciples didn't have time to flee either.

All they could do was watch helplessly as the arm reached toward them.

Hum!!!

The arm got within ten meters of their bodies.

One by one, their treasures flew out, automatically guarding their masters, attempting to block the arm.

A multitude of magical treasures collided with the arm.

Following a massive crash,

the magical treasures all dimmed slightly and returned to their owners' hands.

The arm was successfully blocked and withdrew back to the surroundings of the scroll.

"Tsk tsk, quite a number of treasures you have there, but tell me, Old Ancestor asks, are they of any use?"

That voice came again from within the scroll.

The next moment, another arm reached out from the scroll.

Two arms appeared at once, attempting to force the scroll wider in order to allow the head to emerge.

"You all wait, the Old Ancestor will soon emerge, just wait a bit longer..."

Both arms applied force simultaneously, trying to stretch the space of the scroll a little more.

But despite how forcefully he used his limbs, the scroll remained immovable.

So the Evil God sealed within could only force his head to squeeze out.

And that's where things got awkward.

The Evil God managed to get half of his head stuck and became hopelessly trapped.

With his arms pinned on top of his own head, he looked extremely awkward.

Pfft...

The eight disciples of the Wudao Sect, who had been prepared to flee for their lives, couldn't help but laugh out loud, forgetting entirely about escaping.

This Evil God, who appeared so imposing,

with an aura alone that could make their hearts palpitate with fear,

suddenly seemed so bumbling.

Getting his head stuck in the scroll, of all things—how could that even happen?

"You dare to mock the Old Ancestor! Once he emerges, he will surely kill you all!! And all who are fated to be connected to you, the Old Ancestor will certainly not let them go either!!!"

The Evil God inside the scroll roared in rage.

His hysterical bellowing brought about thunderous rumbles and rolling dark clouds.

"We better move fast, this guy won't be out for a while, we can take this chance to leave," Zhang Han suggested.

The others nodded in agreement.

They got up and attempted to leave.

"Leave? You cannot leave!! Dare to mock the Old Ancestor, do you think you can get away? All of you will die for the Old Ancestor!"

The Evil God inside the scroll bellowed angrily.

His voice transformed into countless sound waves, attacking Zhang Han and the others.

Pfft...

These sound waves were intangible and incredibly fast.

Zhang Han and the others couldn't even react before they were slammed to the ground, their strength stripped from them, leaving them powerless to move.

It's all over...

A dreadful thought arose in the minds of the eight disciples of the Wudao Sect.

They didn't notice that behind them, a streak of golden light was rapidly approaching...