BOOM!
BOOM!
Suddenly, a series of loud bangs echoed from the far end of the basin, from the area of the towering cliffs.
The ground trembled slightly, and a great cloud of dust billowed up from the foot of the cliffs.
The rumbling tremor traveled all the way to their feet, as if the very earth were about to split open.
"What's going on?"
Liang Tianpeng stopped in his tracks, his gaze fixed on the far end of the basin.
Tang Jingtiao, Chen Donghe, and the other two also stopped what they were doing, looking up at the cliffs in bewildered suspicion.
SWOOSH!
But Gu Zheng, with a wave of his hand, snatched a hard, fist-sized fruit from the sharp claws of a pot-bellied Cyan Scale Demon. The fruit was entirely purple and held a hidden aura of lightning.
The fruit was already more than halfway cracked, looking as if it could detonate at any second, but its lightning aura was rapidly dissipating.
