The knights of Heavenly Fortune Hall at the front had barely let out that shout before suddenly picking up speed.
Zhang Tie and the others, following behind the Heavenly Fortune Hall knights, accelerated as well and charged forward, bursting out of the woods in an instant.
Straight ahead, they saw a mountain.
The instant he saw that mountain, even with Zhang Tie's composure, he nearly cursed aloud—Holy shit.
It was a towering mountain, a black mountain, at least ten thousand meters high. It was immensely majestic, and from halfway up, mist coiled around it, concealing the summit from view.
This mountain completely confirmed Zhou Shufan's judgment: they were still inside that pyramid, only now at its very bottom. The space around and above the mountain formed an exceptionally regular dome shape—something that could never occur in a natural environment.
Zhang Tie sensed the locations of the three human knights on their side: Mountain-Bearing True Person, Qi the Old Freak, and Heavenly Fortune Hall's Supreme Elder. They were on that Mountain of Hidden Weapons, struggling to climb upward. Who knew what lay at the summit?
Zhang Tie could sense that the farther up they went, the slower the three Earth Knights became, as though some enormous obstruction existed atop the Mountain of Hidden Weapons.
When everyone saw the mountain, several rainbow-like flashes of light circled it like satellites. A few seconds later, they vanished into the swirling mists around the mountain and never emerged again.
"Silver Secret Treasures..." This time, even Gong Ziyao cried out. Everyone seemed as though they had been injected with a stimulant, hurrying to accelerate toward it.
The nearer they drew to the Mountain of Hidden Weapons, the colder it became, yet everyone's blood boiled hotter.
Zhang Tie followed the group as they raced toward it. By