Fang Hao hunched over, creeping like a weasel stealing a chicken, using the shadows of the mountain ridge to slink silently toward the valley.
He pushed his Ethereal Art to the limit, suppressing his aura until it was practically indistinguishable from a rock, his Clear Spring Spirit Eyes wide open as he stared fixedly below.
The closer he got to the valley, the stronger the fluctuations of Qi and the sensation of Spatial Distortion became!
He could even faintly hear a low, rumbling sound, as if something was slamming against a wall.
He climbed behind a large boulder that overlooked the entire valley and peered down.
One look, and oh boy, it was quite the scene down there!
The valley was small, surrounded by mountains on three sides with only one entrance.
Right now, the valley was a blur of colorful lights, with Spells flying everywhere!
Several groups of people were hovering in mid-air, locked in an intense battle!
