Whoosh!
The apricot-yellow flag, covered with array patterns, suddenly waved.
In an instant, a gentle breeze passed by, rustling the robes of the people around.
As Ye Xiaofan waved the apricot-yellow flag, everyone's gaze was fixed on the entire dilapidated ancient city, looking around.
However, after the breeze passed, the surroundings fell silent as if frozen, the entire city was quiet, not a sound could be heard, and the earth-shattering phenomenon they imagined did not occur.
Jiang Changqing, Lin Changkong, and numerous injured seniors and juniors from the Divine Sword Sect kept searching, hoping to find some hint of change.
Yet the scene after the apricot-yellow flag waved was like a calm surface of an ancient well, seemingly nothing changed except for that slight breeze.
"Did it fail?"
At this moment, many people were full of disappointment, and the spark of hope that had risen in their eyes slowly extinguished.
