"Pick up the pace. Within three days, you must open the passage for This Seat!"
High in the sky, the vaguely visible figure of North Mountain Academy Dean Lu Shijie floated in the void.
The immense aura around him surged like waves. The space within several thousand zhang had turned gloomy and deathly silent at this moment, while a stifling, dark pressure blanketed the sky, bringing enormous strain upon the people below.
Anyone moving below could feel the oppressive fury of the two figures overhead, dark as still water!
Whether they were cultivators from Qianyun Mountain or North Mountain Academy, most of them did not actually know the specific circumstances.
The two factions, which had still been slaughtering each other moments ago, had suddenly stopped fighting and joined forces.
This filled many people's minds with doubt.
But with the Great Powers overhead issuing such an order,
even the two sides, who had been locked in a deep blood sea grudge only moments before, could only lay down their weapons.
Some half-step cave true important figures, being stronger and able to sweep the battlefield with their divine senses, knew a little more and vaguely sensed something.
But even if they had guessed it, they all kept their lips sealed.
They did not dare utter even half a word.
Moreover, they forbade those below from discussing it.
In such an atmosphere, even the most foolish person could sense that something was amiss.
Now that those above had personally urged them on,
many people worked even faster, at the very least ensuring no one could find any sign of them slacking off.
One had to know that, in recent days, the two figures overhead had crushed quite a few "slackers" to death.
Their moods were clearly terrible.
Those who could cultivate to the