Lancang Mountain.
In a dilapidated building near the mountainside.
Following a series of violent explosions.
A figure as strong as an ox suddenly broke through the door.
His fan-sized right hand was dragging a corpse.
His body was filled with a domineering aura, as if he was a prison.
However, the expression on his face was as if he had gone crazy.
It was filled with sadness and anger.
Less than two seconds after he came out.
Four to five figures ran out of the broken door and surrounded him.
Their steps were stiff and their movements were slightly sluggish.
His face was expressionless, as if he was a wooden puppet.
From their attire, one could vaguely recognize them as Trascendent.
Seeing these people, Zhao Shouzhuo, who was surrounded in the middle, looked even more furious.
This was because these people were all members of the small teams under the leadership of the Grand Priest.
