Summoning For A Feast

This direction, surprisingly, led to the very heart of the battlefield—Lu Zhaoyou's territory.

Without hesitation, the remaining cultivators crept cautiously forward, their steps light, their breaths restrained, as if even the slightest disturbance would trigger calamity.

At that very moment, two figures were flung across the air like broken kites, crashing violently into the surroundings.

Dust and debris billowed from the impact, revealing none other than Zhou Mei and Lu Zhaoyou.

As for the other ten cultivators, those deemed insignificant in the unfolding chaos, they had long since scattered, burrowing into whatever crevices they could find, their faces pale with terror and their robes damp with cold sweat.

But the question that gripped everyone's mind was—why?

Why were the two strongest among them so effortlessly sent flying?