Chương 882: Corpse Ancestor

After seeing that Linglong was fine, Ye Wuhen finally had no worries.

Daoist Tianfeng walked over on the moon. His face was ashen and filled with killing intent. Even though he and Ye Qiu had hatred like fire and water, he resolutely stood up when faced with an enemy openly attacking the Heaven Mending Divine Mountain.

The Heaven Mending Pavilion. These three words were his lifelong faith and he could not tolerate others offending it.

This was his bottom line!

"Who are you?"

A cold voice echoed in the mountains. Everyone in the Heaven Mending Pavilion was breathing nervously.

Everyone could feel that the enemy this time was exceptionally powerful. His aura had even reached the level of the First Elder.

How could they not be nervous when such a powerful enemy suddenly invaded?

Not to mention them, even the three hundred Elders of Star Picking Pavilion and Daoist Tianfeng became nervous.

Silence…