Two days later.
Peak summit.
Ning Zhuo took a deep breath and stepped forward, off the edge of the cliff.
But in the next moment, the raging wind swept him into the air.
To be precise, he was swept into the Wind Thunder Formation!
Hoo-hoo-hoo!
The fierce wind howled, coming from all directions, tearing his robes and scraping his skin painfully.
The thunderclouds above continuously churned, lightning striking down around him, making his scalp tingle.
Ning Zhuo steadied himself and spread out his Divine Sense with full effort.
However, as soon as his Divine Sense reached outside his body, it was torn apart by the wind and scorched by the lightning, consuming swiftly.
Ning Zhuo immediately changed strategy and scattered a great number of Mechanical Mirrors once again.
The mirrors, too, were ravaged by the wind and thunder, constantly being damaged.
Ning Zhuo's Divine Sense then refracted rapidly between the Treasure Mirrors, expanding the detection range quickly.
