Amidst the shifting silhouettes, quite a few eyes lingered on the Thirteen Palace. Their gazes carried a hint of playfulness, though the meaning behind it remained unclear.
Li Mo did not panic as a result—he knew the exposure of the Fake Buddha was inevitable.
Ensuring the safety of his true body was all that mattered.
Furthermore, he had taken precautions in advance—cancer cells invisibly influenced the Palace, causing the aura of the Thirteen Palace to become restrained.
The Thirteen Palace had never matched the grandeur of the previous twelve Palaces to begin with, and with the added chaos from the cancer cells, its outward appearance hardly drew much attention.
The situation was in complete turmoil.
Not only was there a fierce battle to seize the Twelve Immortals, but the ground was littered with dismembered limbs and fragments, along with dozens of Deceitful Objects mistakenly wandering into the fray.
By comparison, the Thirteen Palace appeared utterly unremarkable.
