At the time Shen Zhui and Huang Tao were locked in battle.
On the other end of the Chi Lian's main city, there were three delicate and small palaces.
The palaces were divided into three sides, built around a central abyss.
The abyss was incredibly vast, spanning about fifty miles in radius, looking down was endless darkness, but deep within, there was a touch of strange dark red glow.
On the palace terrace, each had an old man meditating with white hair.
Among them, an old man with a flame imprint in the center of his brows suddenly opened his eyes, looking up at the sky. As he moved, the other two elders also looked over.
"Someone is fighting outside the Red Lian City." The first guardian said.
"Even a True God, strong aura." Another elder said.
"The fight is fierce." The third elder commented, looking over.
Bang!
The sound of the battle suddenly amplified, then quickly dissipated, and soon the three people sensed the frequently fading aura of one of the fighters...