Before Emodao could leave, he felt like one of the master gods activated a kind of array formation. He looked over his shoulder and saw the members of the Qinglong Clan holding onto an energy circle. Fierce winds began to blow, and the wind spirits were barely affected as well as their habitat. Kaboom! An explosion echoed, and it alarmed the officials. However, it was just a thunderclap hidden in the black sky that they brought.
Then, Pingzi spoke as she waved her hand. "The thunderstorm can span for minutes, but it will be strange for us to stay here for more than ten minutes. This realm is not even worth the hold-up. The scouts will catch on the longer we take. Go now, Emodao."
