Under the Surface

A quarter of an hour later.

Wind and clouds churned above the charred earth, forming a vast, indistinct face. It opened its eyes and turned its gaze toward the area.

As the enormous face looked down, streaks of pale-green light suddenly appeared. Crisscrossing one another, they outlined a black-haired, black-eyed middle-aged man with a straight posture and hard armor.

Before the middle-aged man could look around, a massive clod of earth beneath his feet abruptly swelled and transformed into the shape of a woman.

Though this earthen puppet was made of soil, she was lifelike, with rather delicate features. A dense aura, heavy as a mountain, radiated from her.

"What a chaotic aura. It isn't strong, but it has clearly reached the Talisman Realm."

Creak, creak, creak.

The female puppet slowly turned her head to look at the black-eyed middle-aged man beside her and asked outright:

"Du Qingxiong, have you noticed anything?"

Du Qingxiong was a commander in the Nanyan Army and the Prefecture Garrison Commander's trusted general.

"No."

Hearing the woman's question, Du Qingxiong slowly shook his head and answered candidly:

"In fact, I didn't arrive much earlier than you did."

The female puppet gave a slight nod. Looking around, she raised her arm, opened her hand, and made a grasping motion.

Hum~

In an instant, the local Yuanji went berserk, and wisps of aura were forcibly drawn together.

In her earthen-yellow palm, all sorts of colors shimmered and drifted about without order. Yet four types of Yuanji stood out, far denser than the forces of the other attributes.

"Wind, ice, wood, fire..."

Su Yu's expression remained unchanged. In a flat voice, she identified the four forces of Yuanji, stared at them for a long while, then slightly clenched her hand.

A burst of fireworks in countless colors exploded