"Since when did such a strange figure appear in the Central Plains?"
"No, it shouldn't be, it shouldn't be..."
"Great, Great Master..."
As she was pondering deeply, a woman beside her, equally protected by the Divine Weapon, suddenly spoke tremblingly. The old woman was interrupted in her thoughts, raised her eyes unhappily, and scolded out loud. But just as she began to speak, her face suddenly stiffened—
In front of them, several lush high peaks were shaking continuously, and rocks and trees were falling down with a crash, revealing four somewhat large fingers, covering the sky and the sun. Those four fingers were then continuously closing in, and the woman who spoke up was unable to move.
