"Look, it's a broken tower spirit!" Ling chunxi's thoughts were interrupted by Ling zhonghao's joyful voice.
As far as the eye could see, an ancient and broken tower was faintly floating in the air. Although it only had two levels, it was majestic and ethereal, giving people a sense of Majesty.
"It's a Mirage!" Ling Gusong said.
Indeed, the scene in front of him was a Mirage, but since there was a Mirage, it meant that the spirit tower fragment had indeed reappeared.
"Let's hurry. " Ling Chuxi took the lead and rushed in the direction of the Mirage, the others following closely behind her.
The strong wind whistled across the earth, sending sand and stones flying, but there was a place of peace among them. A broken tower with only two floors stood tall in the sandstorm, and everything within a radius of a thousand feet was calm, as if an invisible wall had surrounded the broken tower, blocking the raging wind.
