Amidst the surging tide of people, Yan Moshan and Wei Lao also moved closer to this central Yin Yang Fish Eye, near the Taiji pattern, about to enter it.
But at this moment, suddenly, a roar came from the sky.
"You lowlifes, traitors of the Yanhuang Sect, actually dare to think about escaping, do you think by hiding within the Hundred Thousand Mountains of the desolate Southern Border, with the Southern Barbarians and the Demon race's protection, you can contend against the Great Yi Dynasty? Daring to challenge the majesty of the Imperial Dynasty? Seeking death!"
As the voice fell, the weather within dozens of miles changed accordingly, and a mass of negative energy covered the entire starry sky, bringing the Earth's might along with it. A giant hand, flickering with golden light, appeared out of nowhere, estimated to be hundreds of zhang in size, and as it fiercely descended, even the Earth shook.