In the mountains, a strong spiritual field lay concealed.
Without releasing his golden Spiritual Soul and probing deep into the mountain, Pang Jian merely stood at the foot and sensed the unique aura belonging to the powerful Ghost Clan.
His golden Spiritual Soul, filled with Divine Consciousness, had a keen sensitivity that was far superior to others of the same realm.
"Good!"
Zhu Wenle readily agreed.
"You all stay here, I will go and flush out the troublemaker."
He ordered his subordinates and then, under the escort of a huge fan behind him, charged straight towards the high mountains of Brocade Cloud Fragment Land.
"Boom!"
The ship moored mid-air, accompanied by a roaring sound, adjusted its angle.
On the deck of the ship, rows of heavy artillery made from blue-gold pointed towards various locations on the mountain peak.
