Bountiful Harvest (3)

Princess Mo Ji thought so too at first. After all, in her heart, her father was an invincible expert.

However, her heart sank after she carefully thought about it. This was because she had studied the Ancestral Power grasped by their race and knew all the records about it.

The ancestral power in front of him was not displayed by his father. It was a mechanism of the temple, a defensive array formation.

"No, someone must have activated the ancestral power in the temple. Someone from the Immortal World must have invaded the Demon God Palace!" Princess Mo Ji said in a low voice.

Her words made everyone's hearts sink again as they sighed in despair.

However, right at this moment, a giant sword shadow seemed to flash through the sky, splitting the enormous ancestor's face in half and the totem condensed from the clouds.

It was as if the entire sky had been combed into the middle.