Ending the contact, Bai Jin floated in mid-air, casting her gaze toward the center of the island.
A few minutes ago, Bai Jin had heard the whole story from Lotcar and had sent Luo Luosi and the others here. Just as she was about to start clearing the ruins according to Yang Yu's request, she sensed an unusual surge of magic power.
The surrounding magic power continuously surged toward the center of the island, and the clouds in the sky formed a massive vortex due to the magic power surging, slowly rotating, turning from white to black.
About one or two minutes later, the gathered clouds collided with each other, and pure white lightning danced between them, producing bursts of terrifying rumbles.
"What's really going on?" Luo Luosi, an auxiliary-type magician, also sensed the unusual surge of magic power and murmured to himself, "I hope it's not something bad."
The wind started blowing.
The swirling airstream blew Bai Jin's long hair, as well as stirred up her inner worries.
