The people present all knew that Yan Chengyun's cultivation was at the peak of the Sixth Layer of the Fanxu Realm, not far from the Late Stage of the Fanxu Realm, and his divine sense was far more acute than anyone else.
As he stood up, the Heaven's Pride members from other nations who originally intended to leave suddenly halted, their eyes focused.
"Has he arrived?"
"Is it finally beginning?"
Yan Hua's expression darkened, a flash of killing intent crossed his eyes, mixed with a hint of dread.
"Since you're here, there's no need to hide!"
Yan Chengyun stood on the altar, with his hands behind his back, looking in a certain direction, and said loudly.
His tone carried a slight tinge of sighing and lamentation.
"Hehehe... your god-given sense, Yan Chengyun, is even sharper than a dog's!"
At this moment, an aged laughter suddenly echoed from the void in Yan Chengyun's line of sight.
