"Whoosh—"
Without hesitation, a piercing screech was sent towards the sky, and the sound, with its penetrating power, swiftly congregated them within a few breaths.
To them, a few hundred meters distance was child's play, except for the Purple Cloud Palace spy in the mid-stage of Foundation Establishment, who took quite a bit of time to arrive.
The group surrounded the petite and delicately carved artificial hill, their expressions blank and astonished, because the half-foot-tall hill was lush with greenery, with high mountains and flowing rivers, and even clouds drifting overhead, resembling a miniature world on its own.
Boom—
Suddenly, flashing lightning and thunder erupted from inside the mountain, followed by another surge of Spiritual Energy fluctuations that firmly drew everyone's gaze, without a doubt, the violent impact of the two combatants clashing.
"Is this the object?"
