Billions of kilometers away.
Zhang Xiaohao was burning the three strands of the Supreme Law Silk at full power to hurry along his way, sprinting madly for three days and three nights before finally stopping.
Swoosh!
A streak of golden spiritual light flashed, and Zhang Xiaohao, cradling the unconscious Zhang Jing in his arms, charged into a giant mountain.
With a few flickers, he had already rushed into the heart of the mountain.
He flicked his right hand, countless golden lights spilled from his palm, and in the next instant, the surrounding mountain belly instantly turned into a vacuum zone, opening up more than a hundred square meters of space.
One formation flag after another shot out of the storage pouch at his waist, spinning as they flashed, then got slammed down around them by Zhang Xiaohao, forming a super fusion Formation.
