A crack appeared on the stone wall at the end of the deep pit.

Gu Qing shouted, "Be careful!"

As the words fell, the crack spread out on its own at a speed visible to the naked eye, and heavy stones fell down, making a dull impact sound.

Young practitioners avoided the enemy one after another.

Gu Qing, Xiang Wanshu and the young man surnamed Yuan walked to the front of the crowd.

The crack became bigger and bigger until the upper half of the stone wall collapsed!

With a loud bang, the snowfield vibrated, the stones on the ground rolled everywhere, and smoke and dust were pouring out, covering the sky!

I don’t know how long it took, but the smoke finally dissipated.

Countless eyes were staring at the other side.

A hole appeared there.

An iron sword was stuck there, burning constantly, looking like a torch that would never be extinguished in the darkness.

The burning iron sword is a bamboo recliner.

Looking at the bamboo recliner, Gu Qing's eyes were a little wet.

Jing Jiu lay on a bamboo chair and looked at the crowd.

His gaze moved and finally fell on Gu Qing's place.
Chapter completed!