The crevice was originally only as thick as half a finger, but as the ground shaking intensified, the crevice widened. Nearby stones and plants were all swept into the fissure with the sand and were quickly swallowed up.
"Everyone be careful of the sand beneath your feet, take flight." Mu Ying called out urgently.
The spiritual artifact that Mu Wu conjured was shaped like a golden hook; he grabbed his attendant and soared into the air, reacting with remarkable agility.
What Mu Ying used, however, was a scepter, while Mu Shuang wielded a silver-glowing wind wheel.
It was only when the four of them flew up into the mid-air that they remembered Ye Lingyue and the others.
Mu Wu was concerned about Ye Lingyue, while Mu Shuang was worried about Feng Xun.
Looking down from the air, they did not see anyone and became anxious, thinking that Ye Lingyue and the rest had unfortunately perished.
At that moment, they heard a call from above their heads.
