A chaotic palace corridor.
Lin Xin, leading the team from Green Lake Mountain, turned a corner and saw a chaotic scene.
Snow monsters and monks were mixed together.
Among the monks, there were two groups, one dressed in earthy yellow robes, mostly wielding strange weapons resembling steel claws.
The other group in blue robes relied solely on their palms, fighting with the sound of thunder and lightning, their presence forceful and dominant.
"It's the Hengsha Sect and the Heavenly Vista Sect; they sure got here quickly but they're also dying quickly," said Feng Huai in a cold voice from behind.
"Is the Void Palace also something these minor households can meddle with?"
"Both sect masters are here; it looks like they've deployed everyone," Zheng Rong whispered in reminder.
He looked towards Feng Huai, but the latter's gaze had shifted to Lin Xin.
"Don't look at me; Lin is our leader right now."
Lin Xin nodded and glanced at the chaotic scene.
