The sea of gold and silver light engulfed almost all of West Mountain before swiftly receding, sweeping through every living thing for hundreds of miles around. Fortunately, West Mountain consisted entirely of deep mountains and old forests, with no human settlements.
It was like a butterfly fluttering aimlessly through the air, accidentally brushing against a spiderweb and prompting the venomous spider lurking in the shadows to strike swiftly and drag its prey back.
Ye Xishui flew high in the sky, looking down at West Mountain with lingering fear.
"How is this possible?"
Even the Holy Spirit Cult did not know how the West Mountain Secret Realm had formed, but they knew something about it. Even she, a Limit Douluo, regarded it with awe.
Thus, after activating the secret realm, they had not dared set foot on West Mountain, instead taking a long detour around its edges.
But who could have imagined that the secret realm would surge out of West Mountain as though it had gone mad, swallowing the members of the Holy Spirit Cult? Had she not reacted quickly and possessed some understanding of spatial power, she would probably have been doomed as well.
Ye Xishui's expression darkened. She clenched her teeth and circled high overhead. Even she feared the might contained within that gold and silver light.
Fewer than one in ten people emerged safely from this secret realm. Now, more than a dozen Holy Spirit Cult experts, including Feng Ling and Zhang Peng, had been dragged inside. The Holy Spirit Cult had already lost several members to Du Busi and the Northern Douluo. If another group of experts perished here, the cult would be finished.
Even Ye Xishui could only watch and wait, silently praying that Feng Ling and the others knew the conditions inside the West