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Beneath the rosy clouds, atop the Spirit Boat.
Lin Shiming suddenly stood up, looked ahead, and saw, vaguely behind the dense clouds, a small hill resembling a disc.
There was no warning from his Divine Sense, just like the last time with Yunjing Mountain, without any forewarning.
Not until Chen Yunlai's Spirit Boat approached the Formation did Lin Shiming and Lin Gang notice anything.
This time was no different, and even Xie An had not noticed.
One could imagine how adept Chen Yunlai's concealment methods were.
But what puzzled him the most was how Chen Yunlai had managed to get ahead of them.
Keep in mind that they were on a Third Rank Supreme Grade Spirit Boat, enhanced with a set of Third Rank Wind Escape Talismans.
However, confusing as it was, now was not the time to worry about it.
As Lin Shiming executed a Spirit Art with his hands, the Spirit Boat abruptly veered to the left, circumventing the small mesa.
