"Why are you a magician, bringing so many spears? Put them in and put them in the space container. If they pass, it will affect the power transmission of the teleportation array, so no one can think about it."

The old handkerchief was slashing and muttering, and from time to time he taught some of the thorny personnel from the three teams a lesson.

Just as he walked to Avis, the old handkerchief started chattering again.

"You, you...you...go in...you choose not to choose? If you want to go, choose not to choose, and if you don't want to go, you won't choose. It's really troublesome."

Then, the old handkerchief continued to draw in circles while cursing.

...

Soon, a circle that was crooked but could wrap all the teams in was drawn.

Then I saw the old handkerchief looking at the chalk on his hand with heartache. After pulling the corner of his mouth, he shouted at everyone again: "Let's go, everyone is ready!"

Then, the old handkerchief threw the chalk outward, and then a sprint entered the circle of the drawn circle, and tightened.

A dazzling splendor lit up in front of all the magicians' eyes, and a chaotic aura of heaven and earth formed in the circle, and then you could see the white chalk lines under everyone's feet lit up a blue light.

As the chalk ended in the decomposition of the breath of heaven and earth, there was no longer the breath of human activities on this empty plain.
Chapter completed!