"Wait, there are people ahead."
Xia Ping came to a halt. He sensed numerous powerful auras emerging from a mountain ahead, far surpassing the Return to Truth Realm and even reaching the Dharma Image Realm and Lightning Tribulation Realm—the strongest beings beneath saints.
Rabbit Linglong and Qingluan sensed them as well. They held their breath and proceeded forward with utmost caution.
Several minutes later, they finally reached their destination.
Before a great mountain stood over a hundred angels. Each had white feathers and pairs of glowing wings, radiating incomparable sanctity.
The place where they stood seemed to have formed a sacred domain, enveloped in white light and possessing an intensely exclusionary force. Any foreign object that intruded would be detected by them.
Fortunately, the Formless Mask could conceal one's aura. It was an innate magic treasure; even though these angels possessed the power of a domain, they could not detect Xia Ping's trail.
"Very strong."
Xia Ping's expression turned grave. He sensed that every one of these angels was extraordinarily powerful: two Lightning Tribulation Realm mighty beings, fifteen at the Dharma Image Realm, and one hundred and eight at the Return to Truth Realm.
Such a force would carry immense weight anywhere in the universe. They could absolutely be called an elite force deployed in full.
Rabbit Linglong and Qingluan also felt the terrifying might of these angels. Their strength seemed capable of shaking the heavens; even the aura they inadvertently released could crush the earth and shatter mountains.
They felt that before these powerful beings, they could scarcely breathe. The oppression was simply too overwhelming.
If these angels discovered them now, a single thought from them would likely be enough to kill them dozens of times over.
"Interesting. It seems there really is treasure here."
Xia Ping rubbed his