Jiang Ye and his companions moved at incredible speed.
Covering a distance of a thousand miles took only a few dozen seconds before they arrived.
The area within a hundred miles of the Black Tower was shrouded in dense black fog.
The moment Jiang Ye stepped into the black fog.
"Whoosh~" The black fog surged, and silhouettes emerged one after another. Each had a commanding presence and emitted a powerful aura.
"What is this?" Jiang Ye was taken aback.
Most of these silhouettes were not people he recognized.
"They are challengers from other ancient cities," Zhao Zixuan said.
"Other ancient cities?" Jiang Ye understood.
He could tell that these silhouettes were projections brought here by some mysterious means.
If Jiang Ye guessed correctly, their images were also synchronously projected in the Black Towers of other prosperous ancient cities.
"Mo Xin!" A voice suddenly rang out.
Immediately, a rough-looking man clad in White Tiger Battle Armor strode over.
