"What's going on?" Yang Zhenshan looked at Lan Peng.
Lan Peng also had a puzzled expression.
This sound was clearly abnormal.
Too loud, too sharp, it wasn't thunder, it felt more like a collision of True Yuan and Spiritual Power.
Those stepping out of the ancient array all stopped, each with a face full of uncertainty.
They all felt something was amiss, but having not yet stepped outside, they were unaware of the situation outside.
And soon, voices outside the array echoed again.
"Hahaha~~ So, Duan Qingyun, you old fool, it's you trying to break the array this time!"
"You Mingxiu, how dare you!"
"Old fool, I don't like your tone. Why should the Ancient Relic Array be occupied only by your Sea of Spirit's Three Sects? Our Nether Prison Sect can't have a share!"
"No matter what, today our Nether Prison Sect must take a share!"
"Kill!"
Words like thunder rolled into the array, followed by chaotic shouts and sounds of battle.
