They all gathered around Yan Zhaoge and the stone pillar, its surface flickering with a golden radiance.
The illusory light patterns condensed within the air seemed to reconstruct the broken, missing parts of the stone pillar.
Standing by the bottom of the stone pillar, Yan Zhaoge pressed on its surface with one hand. With his other hand, he extended his index finger, tapping lightly on his dantian.
He stared fixedly at the encroaching black storm outside that was breaking through the formation.
'Elder Li' and 'Yao Shan', meanwhile, had their attentions placed on Yan Zhaoge and Ah Hu, as well as Pan-Pan who had already retreated to Yan Zhaoge's side.
Looking at the storm which was sweeping over towards them, Yan Zhaoge's gaze flickered unceasingly as he swiftly calculated within his heart.
Within his dantian, the clear qi spread to the sides, and the chaotic qi mass began surging unceasingly.