"Junior Brother Ling, are you confident?"
Chu Tiange took a deep breath, feeling the ground beneath his feet tremble slightly; the number of demon vines must be frightening!
"Eighty percent sure, just hoping luck is on our side."
Ling Feng took a deep breath. Sometimes luck is also a part of strength, and all along, he felt his luck wasn't too bad.
At this moment, the thin mist in the air seemed oppressed by something, circulating uneasily.
Although the distance was unclear, everyone could feel a terrifying surge secretly approaching them.
Under Unlimited Vision, more than ten miles away, the ground cracked one after another in all directions, with sharp heads emerging from the earth like thousands of troops, stirring up smoke and dust.
As they swept through, ghost fog surged wildly, sands and stones flew, imposing and grand.
They moved swiftly; if nothing unexpected happened, they would rush here in 15 minutes.
By then, even Emperor Strong might succumb here.
"Follow me!"
