Including Yuan Wu, eight people simultaneously made their move against the stone mountain, which had shrunk to a mere hundred zhang, intending to claim it for themselves.
Some fired streams of spiritual power; some activated the storage rings on their fingers; others streaked toward the stone mountain like wind and lightning.
Seeing that he held no advantage, Yuan Wu immediately took out a talisman.
"Black-Yellow Mountain-Suppressing Talisman! Suppress!"
With a thread of spiritual power poured into it, the talisman was instantly torn apart.
A yellow-black rune emerged from the talisman, then swiftly expanded. In the blink of an eye, it had grown several zhang large and descended upon the stone mountain.
Several people cast spells upon the stone mountain at once, checking and counterbalancing one another. None managed to take it into their storage rings, yet the stone mountain rose into the air, swaying and drifting.
At that moment, the rune descended.
"Bzz—"
The rune imprinted itself upon the stone mountain, which let out a deep, muffled hum.
In an instant, all the spiritual power exerted upon the stone mountain shattered.
The stone mountain crashed heavily back to the ground.
The earth trembled, and dust billowed everywhere.
"Take it!"
Yuan Wu suddenly bellowed, and the storage ring on his finger blazed with azure spiritual light.
The stone mountain unexpectedly rose into the air once more, enveloped by the azure light. It rapidly shrank again and shot toward the storage ring on Yuan Wu's outstretched right hand.
"You're courting death!"
Everyone else flew into a rage and attacked in unison.
One person flung out a hand, sending over a hundred streams of spiritual power pouring down like a torrential rain toward the stone mountain, intent on snatching it back.
Others brought forth magical treasures and attacked Yuan Wu.
Yet the Black-Yellow