Another half month passed.
Ash Head Mountain, White Asia Mountain, Purple Azalea Bird Mountain, Orleans Earl Mountain—the mountains of Four Mountains had all vanished, replaced by enormous constructs pieced together from countless metal components.
Each construct stood over sixty meters tall, with a top diameter of more than fifty meters and a bottom diameter exceeding one hundred and twenty meters. Any random component on them was larger than a person, and the arm-thick recessed magic runes on their surfaces inspired awe.
Though most people still had no idea what these things were, that did not stop them from marveling at their grandeur. When construction had first begun, they could never have imagined that such a thing would be created by their own hands.
The project was nearing completion, and the number of workers had greatly decreased. Beneath the gloomy sky, the construction site was much quieter. Only the managers responsible for supervising quality were still tirelessly checking every detail over and over, ensuring that nothing went wrong.
A gust of wind swept past. In the wilderness less than a li from Four Mountains Construction Site, the air contracted into a mass, and a figure in a silver robe dropped out.
It was another Silver Priest.
His name was Lei Qie Er. Unlike Shalier, he had brown hair and thick eyebrows.
But his purpose was the same as Shalier's—destruction.
His eyes were wide, gleaming with danger as he looked toward Four Mountains Construction Site.
He slowly drew a breath and raised his hand. Destructive energy began gathering in his palm.
But before the energy could take shape, Lei Qie Er suddenly sensed something and sharply turned to look behind him.
There, a man in a fitted gray robe stood behind him, calmly watching him with a pair of exceedingly bright eyes.