Time ticked by, second by second.
The night in the mountains grew deeper, the chill intensifying.
An hour passed.
Two hours.
Inside the force field barrier, the land covered in charred powder remained deathly silent.
It seemed as if it had been thoroughly purified.
Just as Fang Qingyu began to doubt whether he was being overly cautious and slightly relaxed his vigilance.
"It's here."
Jiang Wei's soft and calm voice, like a pebble cast into a tranquil lake, echoed directly in his mind.
Fang Qingyu's eyes snapped open!
His eyes, like molten gold, sharp as blades, instantly locked onto the force field barrier!
He saw, on the surface of the faintly glowing transparent barrier, near the back mountain wall close to the hollow.
Like a pebble dropped into still water.
Ripples spread silently, extremely subtle and almost imperceptible.
Then.
A hand covered in gray-white, bark-like rough skin silently reached out from the center of the ripples.
