Several figures darted through the forests of Daxing Mountain.
Suddenly, an earth-shattering BOOM resounded, and in an instant, the ground trembled and the mountains swayed.
The group stopped in their tracks, their faces filled with shock as they looked in the direction of the sound.
In the distance, a tall mountain was visibly collapsing, and the rising dust and smoke formed a giant mushroom cloud.
"This is bad!"
Zhao Poni's expression changed drastically.
"Sirs, that's the place! Something must have happened! Please, hurry! We have to save Su Mu, no matter what!"
Zhao Poni urged anxiously.
"Go!"
A stern-faced middle-aged man spoke in a deep voice. Energy exploded from under his feet, and his entire body shot forward at a speed too fast for the naked eye to follow.
The others were no slower.
However, Zhao Poni, once known as the greatest master of Wuling, fell to the rear.
It was understandable.
