The mountain peak crumbled and collapsed. The hundred-meter-tall mountain actually began to collapse from the middle and turned into an internal spiral, as if something was absorbing the mountain rock from the middle.
In the blink of an eye, the hundred-meter-tall peak turned into a deep pit. The edge of the pit was rotating clockwise, and the broken crystal walls were stacked on top of each other, like the waves in the whirlpool of the tide, glittering under the moonlight.
The crystal wall under Ji Ruo and Liang Shixian had not changed, but its position had been moved from the deepest part of the underground to the outside of the nest. The moon was bright and the stars were sparse.
The strong sense of déjà vu made Ji Ruo and Liang Shixian look at each other.
They had experienced a similar situation in Myriad Beast Mountain.
That familiar pulling feeling and the supreme power of instantaneous shifting made the two people's expressions somewhat confused.
