The camp of the Xingyuan Battle Group was shrouded in a thin layer of volcanic ash when suddenly, a ripple-like spatial fluctuation spread through midair, like a stone cast into still water, accompanied by a subtle yet undeniable energy tremor.
Inside the tent, Xia Qi's heart tightened abruptly. Almost instinctively, like an arrow leaving the bow, he dashed out, his military boots leaving two shallow pits in the red soil.
Almost simultaneously, experts from all over the camp hurriedly came out, each releasing spiritual energy fluctuations.
The next second, everyone was stunned.
A silver Gate of Space was slowly contracting, its edges glowing like a breathing halo.
