Just then, several urgent fluctuations of Soul Power came from the distance. Clearly, someone had been drawn over by the commotion here.
Su Yu's heart tightened. His Soul Power was nearly depleted, so he shouted softly into the void:
"Daji!"
A pink radiance appeared in front of Su Yu, and a beautiful figure stepped out of it. It was none other than Daji.
She glanced at Su Yu's condition, then at the gravely wounded Bibi Dong. Without asking any questions, she raised her jade-like hand, and two gentle streams of energy wrapped around them.
"Let's go!"
Daji lightly touched the ground with her toes, then vanished deep into the mountains with Su Yu and the unconscious Bibi Dong.
Not long after the three of them left, one golden and one black figure silently landed on the ruins. They were Chrysanthemum Douluo Yue Guan and Ghost Douluo Gui Mei.
Looking at the ravine-riddled scene littered with shattered rocks, Yue Guan couldn't help sucking in a cold breath. His Adam's apple rolled instinctively.
The mountain that should have stood here had now been reduced to half a bare mountainside.
The broken edge still bore traces of scorching and rending, while the air was filled with the lingering aura of violent energy.
He turned his head toward Gui Mei, who was shrouded in a black robe, his voice carrying an almost imperceptible tremor:
"Old Ghost, if I remember correctly... there used to be a mountain here, right?"
Gui Mei's voice came from beneath the black robe, carrying a hint of gravity:
"You remember correctly."
He raised his hand and brushed it over a charred black rock, his fingertips sensing the residual fluctuations of energy.
"There's an overbearing force of annihilation in this energy. Someone fought a life-or-death battle here!"
Yue Guan swept his