To the north of Su Ming’s cave abode in the mountain range was the group of people led by the middle-aged man. They were hastily leaving the place via the sky, afraid of making that Medial Soul Catcher unhappy if they were slow.
When they were about 100,000 feet away, they started slowing down, and they would occasionally turn their heads back to look. The mountain had already become indistinct when they were that far away from it. If they did not possess a certain level of power, they would only see that the mountain was in the distance.
"Sir Wu Zhu, what should we do now?" the tribe members beside the middle-aged man asked somewhat anxiously.
"That’s right, sir Wu Zhu, half a month ago, that place was still normal, but why did a Medial Soul Catcher suddenly appear..?"
"Could it that he’s a powerful Shaman Black Crane Tribe invited over and wants to forcefully occupy that place?!"
