Narrow Space, Shy Little Yu

"Old Mou, is it in this direction?"

Sensing the rising temperature around her, Zhang Duoyu couldn't help but turn her head and ask.

"It should be..."

Holding the spiritual plate in his hand, Zhang Zhongmou looked a bit hesitant.

He could track the aura of the Sacrificial Carving through the "Tiancheng Spirit Wheel".

But the direction the spirit wheel was pointing to always gave people a sense of danger.

Looking into the distance, Zhang Zhongmou listened carefully.

Vaguely, a series of explosions occurred in the direction that the spirit wheel was pointing to.

The explosions, which were beyond the range of the spiritual senses of a Sovereign, could even be heard with the naked ear.

It was not hard to imagine.

What kind of terrible war was taking place at the center of the explosion.

"It must be the battle of the Sovereigns."

"However, in the White Cave, only those below the Sovereign Stage can enter, right?"