Seven days were almost up. The Mystic Realm began to shake. A notification sounded in everyone's mind: "The realm will close in one hour. Please gather at the exit."
Anthony and Yan Zhuo walked towards the exit portal. They were carrying bags full of herbs, cores, and treasures. They were relaxed and happy.
But at the exit, a blockade had been formed. The Zhao Clan disciples were stopping people, robbing them of their points and items.
"Hand over everything! Or you won't be allowed to leave!"
"Brother Feng wants all the top items! Don't resist!"
When they saw Anthony coming, the guards blocked the way immediately.
"Stop! It's him! The one who broke the mirror! Search him! He must have the most treasures!"
Several experts rushed forward, intending to use force.
"Anthony, let me burn them!" Yan Zhuo cracked her knuckles.
"No need," Anthony shook his head. "We are in a hurry."
He looked at the guards blocking the door. "Excuse me. Elevator please."
"What?" The guard was confused.
"I said, make way. Or I'll send you out through the ceiling."
"Courting death!" The leader drew his blade. "Formation! Waterfall Lock!"
They formed a defensive and offensive formation, creating a wall of water energy.
Anthony sighed. He didn't even stop walking.
He just waved his hand lightly.
"GUST OF WIND."
WHOOSH!!!
It wasn't a violent attack. It was just a simple breeze. But under Anthony's control, that breeze became irresistible.
The entire formation, the wall of water, and the twenty guards inside were all blown away like dry leaves! They flew dozens of meters away, crashing into the mud, completely soaked and dizzy.
Anthony walked through the empty path they left behind.
"See? So easy."
Zhao Feng watched from a distance, his hands trembling in anger and fear. He wanted to stop him, but his legs wouldn't move. He knew that if he attacked now, he would be the one getting carried out.
"Let's go, Yan Zhuo."
"Yes!"
They stepped into the glowing portal and disappeared.