Xiao Weimin and his group arrived half a day later.
At this time, Shen Xu was crossing the last wave of his tribulation, and there was a palpable excitement in the air.
"It seems that we arrived just on time." Xiao Weimin said, his eyes narrowed into slits.
"Weimin, a lot of cultivators are ready to move." Lin Mengmeng observed, and Xiao Weimin angrily growled.
'Shen Xu is mine.' He thought, and a trace of murderous intent flashed in his eyes.
Just then, the dark clouds broke, and multicoloured light filled the sky. Soon after, the sky opened, and spiritual rain began to fall.
However, that was the cue for the people to move.
In the blink of an eye, countless people rushed towards Shen Xu, wanting to grab the immortal tower and the other treasures on him.
Unfortunately, they underestimated Zhen Yuan too much.
Before anyone could reach the group, five formations rose from the ground, blocking everyone who was trying to approach them.
