Withering Snow of the West Wind

"Coo..."

A strange sound rang out again.

The cloud beast that had escaped to the edge of the sky seemed to have bumped into something. The cloud body was crushed, and it had no choice but to turn back escaping in another direction.

However, they bumped into each other again.

"Coo..."

The cloud beast cried out in pain.

On the Drifting Cloud Peak, the spiritual sword that had twisted into a black snake was stuck in the air. The echo of the shout at the foot of the mountain was still reverberating, and everyone was silent.

"Xu Faction!"

"It's Xu Faction's people. Oh my God, how did they get here so quickly?"

"When the fourth team was patrolling, there were no Xu Fcation's people within 500 hundred miles of Drifting Cloud Peak!"

"D*mn it! What should we do now?"

Soon, discussions broke out among the people on the mountain.