Unwilling yet helpless, he was dragged down by the Nine-Star Annihilation Array. The moment he plunged into the sinkhole, he threw something upward.
"Bang!" The signal source shot out of the dark cave, scattering streaks of light into the bright, sunlit sky.
The little water imp held a white bead in his hand, confirming again, "Master, do we really have to do this?"
"Explode!" Qiao Mu commanded sharply.
"Boom!!" Following another sudden, massive explosion, the passage instantly sank and vanished.
The entire mountain began to rapidly collapse and slide, the mountain wall abruptly caving in amidst a cloud of smoke.
"Go!" Mo Lian scooped up the slightly pale Qiaoqiao, soared upward, and summoned Yan Qi (Golden Dragon).
Everyone swiftly flew up, following him.
Yan Qi didn't need Mo Lian to say anything further. With a flick of his tail, he swiftly ascended into the sky.
Rocks continuously fell from both sides of the collapsing mountain. The scene before them was nothing short of a catastrophic collapse.
Everything was shrouded in gray mist, with shattered rocks rolling down.
The Golden Dragon roared as it pierced through the clouds, then with a sweep of its tail, it shattered a flying rock.
After several passes through the clouds, they moved further and further away from the hazy, gray mountain range.
The little stoic's face was slightly pale. Since sitting on Yan Qi's back, she hadn't spoken, but had instead closed her eyes slightly, meditating and adjusting her breathing.
Mo Lian and his group, harboring a stifled fury, simply decided to fight back and returned to hover above the Sun-Moon Divine Temple.
Since Heavenly Fate wanted to wage war with them, then so be it!
Layers of black flames surged around Mo Lian, rolling like black tidal waves.
A dazzling silver-white flame followed, diving down like a ribbon of light, instantly striking the plaque of the Sun-Moon Divine Temple.
"Boom!" The remaining guards within the temple quickly rushed out, forming ranks and preparing to counterattack.
But then, the sky was engulfed by a spreading black inferno, surging down overwhelmingly. From it, a giant ink-colored lotus emerged, its petals closing, immersed in an ancient era.
The ink-colored lotus vanished in an instant, but the churning black flames, in that very moment, swiftly engulfed the continuous rows of houses before them.
Situ Yi controlled fire, Duanmu Qing manipulated wood, An Hua unleashed water spirit power, and Yu Su's fire spirit power simultaneously surged down.
Screams erupted from the crowd. Those desperate fanatics, knowing their demise was imminent, still madly reached towards the sky, shouting, "Long live Heavenly Fate!"
There was no saving them.
A thought flickered in everyone's mind, and then their spiritual power surged and swept down.
"Bang, bang, bang! Bang!"
The windows inside the main hall instantly burst into a cascade of sparks under the scorching flames.
Middle-aged High Priest Taishan, holding a long staff, ran out of the Divine Temple and roared towards the sky, "You god-slayers, defying the Heavenly Dao and ignoring the will of Heaven, shall ultimately receive a dark future and endless fear!"
A wisp of black flame slowly ignited on his body.
Mo Lian glanced at him coldly, his gaze carrying a hint of ruthlessness and killing intent. "Your Temple Master is already dead!"
"Impossible, impossible!!" Taishan raised his hands, screaming with a contorted expression.
Although he could feel his life force reaching its end under the scorching black flames, he still couldn't believe that his own Temple Master would be killed by these juniors.