Cao Weiran refused to believe in the supernatural, and once again, he fiercely struck the mountain ground with his palm. This time, he fully activated his Divine Power, making the strike twice as strong as the previous one.
Bang! An echo resounded.
The ground trembled slightly.
But it only trembled for a moment before returning to calm, leaving the surface unharmed.
Cao Weiran's eyes widened. This! How could it be?
The Six Evils, Wei Chao, and the others standing afar were also shocked.
Huang Xiaolong, riding the Golden Horned Little Bull and coming from a distance, was also taken aback when he saw this scene.
This mountain could definitely not be naturally formed.
But if the surface is so hard, then what about the underground?
"Who?!" Just then, Cao Weiran suddenly turned his head, his eyes sharp as blades, looking towards Huang Xiaolong. But when he saw Huang Xiaolong wearing the attire of a Barbarian God Sect Core Disciple, he was momentarily stunned.
