The torrential rain persisted, saturating the earth and beating relentlessly against the fortress walls.
As the teleportation array was located in an open area, the rain quickly washed away the blood on the ground.
From time to time, thunder rumbled and lightning flashed. Wang Chen's smoke clone was quickly repairing the array formation and adjusting its destination.
After all, this place had been infiltrated by the black-clothed guards, so even if the teleportation array was repaired, it would be hard to guarantee the safety of the intended destination.
Hence, the safer way was to change the destination of the teleportation.
During the repair process, Kong Xianglong frequently looked in the direction of the Holy Wave Race's borders with a gloomy expression.
"This place doesn't seem like it was specially set up for me. It's impossible for them to know my whereabouts. Moreover, if they were targeting me, they wouldn't have sent so few people."
