He Yangsun Takes Action and Summons the Dean (2)

The armor masters went to move the limestones.

All of the refiners came out and dragged the black-feathered birds back to gather useful spiritual materials.

In the fortifications, Han Muye held a pale black iron piece in his hand, his eyes shining.

He had obtained this piece of metal from a Black-Winged Skylark.

It was a fragment of a battle sword.

There was also a trace of memory in the fragment.

Only a trace.

Countless black armors and powerful puppet masters could be seen.

These people shattered a seal in the void and gathered various of exotic beasts.

From these images, Han Muye saw the shadows of level-nine, sage-level, and even divine-level beasts.

There weren't many.

In other words, the next trial wouldn't be level seven or eight exotic beasts, but level nine, sage-level, and divine-level beasts.

Under the invasion of such powerful beasts, the trial disciples would probably die.

"Fengge City?"