As the Celestial Wings fluttered, Tianming slammed into the sky above Taiji Peak Lake like a meteor, urgently sweeping his gaze across with his Plundering Eye. He had roughly determined the current situation. 

“The Ninefold Formation is broken, and the four sects are rushing back to Xuanyuan Lake with the Nonahall Ghost Sect fiercely pursuing them. Because they aren’t being targeted by the enemy, the masses gathered in Taiji Peak Lake have begun making their escape.” 

That meant there would be a big battle in the Nine Dragon Formation.

“How could the Ninefold Formation be so easily broken!" 

According to Tianming's estimate, the formation should have had no problems lasting at least two weeks. In fact, the five divine realms might not even survive the battle. 

“Investigating the cause is meaningless right now.” 

Tianming flew to Xuanyuan Lake at lightning speed. Everyone was rushing into the Nine Dragon Formation. 

It was the dusk of the early spring. The north wind howled in his ear as the chilly current blew south, cold...