Then, the excited Arcanists climbed up the inverted Hanging Mountain one after another.
Under the construction of a large number of spells, simple houses were built up from the ground.
Garen landed on the edge of the inverted Hanging Mountain. He stretched his head out and looked down. His gaze passed through the clouds, and a zoomed-in image of the land appeared in his vision.
At this moment, the inverted Hanging Mountain had already flown ten thousand meters high.
stop! ioram controlled the core of the magic net, stopping it in its tracks. It hovered silently in the air, towering and majestic. The winds coming from all directions could not shake it in the slightest.
Time passed by quietly.
The Arcanists were very efficient.
When the night sky was torn apart by the first ray of dawn, the darkness dissipated.
In the short span of one night, a simple and crude floating city had taken shape.
