Han Qianxun did not rashly enter from the corner gate position; he simply walked around the hill, circle after circle, seemingly observing the situation.
After roughly half a stick of incense's time, Han Qianxun finally stopped his steps. He didn't choose the corner gate but instead walked to the back of the hill.
Han Qianxun gathered his energy in his hand, channeling all his power into the palm of his right hand, and then struck the hill with a palm strike.
As he performed this action, Han Qianxun also moved back as swiftly as lightning, clearly avoiding the hill.
Although Han Qianxun wasn't slow, he was still affected.
At first glance, the hill seemed unchanged, but in reality, its power had increased geometrically.
Fortunately, Han Qianxun's strength was formidable enough; otherwise, he would have likely fallen flat at this moment.
Han Qianxun frowned, glancing at the hill not far away, feeling somewhat troubled.
