Lin Maosan respectfully stood aside waiting, suddenly the ground shook violently, and in the next moment, the 'three uncles' were engulfed by a cloud of yellow sand, disappearing instantly.
Lin Maosan stood in place, anxious and uneasy, somewhat at a loss.
At present, this mysterious space is filled with rich Earth Elemental Spiritual Power, surrounded by the remnants of High-Tier cultivators, the ground cracked, clearly having just gone through a terrifying battle.
The disappearance of the 'three uncles' left Lin Maosan, a Junior Cultivator of Late-Stage Foundation Establishment, without a backbone.
Lin Maosan summoned a Spirit Sword from his Storage Ring, the tip of the sword lightly trembling, as if responding to his inner unease, he looked around, his gaze filled with vigilance and doubt.
"Where on earth is this place! What exactly is going on?"
Lin Maosan murmured to himself, his voice echoing in the vast space, but there was no response.
