"Ancestor!"
Within the mining vein of Pingliang Ridge, cries of alarm spread as figures rapidly dashed out.
Hu Yu and the others, upon seeing Han Muye standing in the sky, revealed expressions of joy and surprise.
They were being pressured by various forces in the mining vein, and although unwilling to give up, they lacked the strength to fight against them all.
Had Han Muye not arrived today, they dared not contemplate how things would have ended.
Now that Han Muye was here, they needn't concern themselves with too much.
"The Ancestral Master of Nine Mysteries Path?" Peng Shaoting, who had raised his long saber, turned his head as a sharp gleam flickered in his eyes, "Let me see just how much weight you, the Ancestor, truly carry—"
His words fell and a dazzling play of light burst forth from the long saber.
At least ten thousand strands of Flowing Light shimmered, charging directly toward Han Muye.