Mo Jiawei shook his head and said helplessly, "I'm not sure."
"Sigh, I can't see anything here. I'll go in and look for Brother Fang. Brother Fang is still on the Holy Mountain, right?"
Mo Jiawei knew that Ji Xiaobo was also a ticking time bomb and was the kind of rich, stubborn kid. He was shocked and quickly stopped him.
"Don't go. If you go over now, you might cause trouble for Fang Heng."
"What's there to be afraid of?"
As they were talking, they sensed something simultaneously and turned their heads to look above the Holy Mountain.
"Boom!"
There was an explosion.
A pillar of light rose from the top of the Holy Mountain again.
Looking from afar, along with the explosion, one could vaguely see that more than half of the newly rebuilt temple on the Holy Mountain had been destroyed in the blast.
"Hahaha! Great! Great explosion! Hahaha!"
