The unknown was the most frightening.
Not to mention the two Xiantian Realm old men—even the Martial Artists assigned to the upper and lower areas nervously scanned their surroundings.
They even kept their signal flares in hand, ready to fire at any moment. The instant an enemy appeared, no matter what happened, they would fire the signal flare first.
This was not the time to worry about pride, nor was it a question of whether they could win. The unknown enemy filled them with anxiety and fear.
Yet there was not the slightest movement among the buildings. There was not even a faint sound of wind. Everything was deathly quiet—nothing at all.
In the cluster of buildings above the mountain path, three Martial Artists slowly inspected everything around them, with one in front and two behind.
They arrived at the entrance before a building and tried to push open its doors, but they would not budge. They then gathered all their strength, yet the doors remained completely motionless.
"Can't push them open?"
"No."
"I already used all my strength, but I still can't move them. What the hell are these doors made of?"
"Move aside. Let me try!"
"Fine!"
"Well?"
"No, they won't open. I used all my strength too. These should be wooden doors, but they just won't move."
"Huh, that's really strange. Ordinary wood would turn into splinters in our hands without much effort, yet now we can't even push these doors open. Has our strength weakened or something?"
One of the three doubted his own strength, so he gestured to the person beside him and gave him a push. The other man was sent stumbling back several steps.
"Our strength is fine. Then the problem lies with these wooden doors. Come on, let's try the windows."