The next day, at the hour of the dragon.
Though dawn had long since broken, the astral winds overhead pressed low, leaving the surroundings somewhat dim.
The astral wind waterfall that had been plunging into the abyss suddenly reversed, surging upward and shooting toward the heavens.
"Everyone, it is time to depart," Leng Zhi's voice suddenly rang out.
Song Wen, Heng Ziping, and Xue Cong ended their meditation one after another and went with Leng Zhi to the edge of the abyss.
Before the astral energy waterfall roaring upward like an enraged dragon, the four of them were as tiny as ants.
Leng Zhi held the main formation disk and stood at the center. Song Wen and the other two formed a triangular formation around her.
The four of them simultaneously formed hand seals and sent them into the formation disks before them.
In an instant, three beams of azure light burst forth from the three auxiliary formation disks and shot toward the main formation disk.
A fierce gale suddenly rose above the main formation disk.
The wind seemed alive. It gathered without dispersing, forming a tornado above the four of them.
The tornado gradually expanded until it was thirty meters tall, then suddenly descended and enveloped the four of them.
Wind immediately rose beneath their feet, and their bodies were pulled into the air by the tornado.
The hand seals in Leng Zhi's hands suddenly changed. The tornado immediately moved sideways, carrying Song Wen and the others into the astral energy waterfall.
In that instant.
A powerful force slammed into the tornado.
The tornado began to sway violently, as though it might collapse at any moment.
Moreover, the astral winds bore the entire tornado upward at great speed.
"Everyone, please control your formation disks with all your strength. We