"Second Brother, watch carefully." Mi Ziwen stood beside Zhou Shu and reminded him.
They had experimented many times before. They were surprised every time they saw this magical thing.
At the top of the mountain, Yang Hong jumped down as if he was trying to take his life.
During the rapid fall, Yang Hong waved his arms menacingly. Just as he was about to reach the middle of the mountain wall, he suddenly waved his hand into the stone wall, as if the wall had disappeared.
Then with a flash of light, Yang Hong's figure disappeared.
Zhou Shu's eyes flickered. He had been staring at Yang Hong just now, but he hadn't noticed any signs. Everything had happened in the blink of an eye, as fast as lightning.
"Second Brother, we've tried. We have to jump down from the top of the mountain, and we can't use our spiritual essence and fly over directly," Mi Ziwen said.