As Wen Xiuming and the others shouted with joy, the sky above the Riverbed Valley was suddenly filled with rolling clouds.
The originally misty void began to shake.
It even started to tremble violently.
Above, dark clouds poured down like a tide, sweeping over the mid-air.
Following that.
A grand aura surged downward with a terrifying suppression.
"What's happening? Who was that old voice just now?"
Many people still rummaging through the ruins stopped and looked up in horror, faces filled with astonishment.
The main point was that.
The void was shaking, as if the world was on the brink of collapse!
At this moment.
Many began to panic and ran out of the Riverbed Valley.
Soon after, one by one, they started fleeing in a hurry.
Only Sikong Xuan from Donnan Valley and a few others like Mo Jiwu, Ye Kun, and Shen Hongming, with stronger wills, didn't move to leave.
However.
They had all retreated to the entrance of the Riverbed Valley.
