Under its large wings, it fanned a few times, increasing its speed a bit. A small resounding sound was also transmitted from the horizon. It was as if moving through the skies was its favorite, enjoying it a bit.
The practitioners were not slow in their flying magic treasures, and they flew toward the White Tiger Peak in pursuit. Naturally, it happened in the blink of an eye, and they reached the skies above the White Tiger Peak in less than a moment. They were still sitting on a green hill in isolation in the sea of clouds, and a lot of people had fallen from the huge square bit by bit.
The soft sound of the flying swords continued to echo in everyone's ears. The people who landed did not leave. It was as if they were waiting for something.
A moment later, a cheerful and hearty laughte
