The night fog was suffocating, and the thunder moved through the void like a Fire Snake, while the Tribulation Crossing Array sealing the Ancient Medicine Field was loosening, with medicinal aura spilling out alongside electric arcs.
Near the collapsed mountain, the crowd was restless, and fiery gazes seemed to burn through the thick fog, glued tightly to the direction of the medicine field.
The broken Black Gold Towers were faintly glowing, but Qian Cheng was unmoved, showing no sign of impatience, his mind even more focused as he traced the runes on the tower with his fingers.
His eyes deepened, as if thunder were shattering the abyss, a sea of electricity surged, with dense and mysterious symbols flowing within, his aura changing.
Later, as his movements grew faster, moving between each gradually crystalline Black Tower, his flesh emitted thunder light, forming stamp-like patterns.
