"Yes." Both left and right hands cupped their fists and accepted the command.
Po Yuan moved, a single palm grasped the ground, solidified, and swung through the air. A soil dragon, a hundred zhang long, burst forth from the earth, its thundering presence shocking all onlookers, its whistling energy sweeping in all directions, blowing away countless Heart-wrapping Grass.
The flying soil dragon crashed into the distance, raising columns of smoke and dust.
A deep pit appeared on the ground before Po Yuan.
With a wave of his hand as a signal, the two left and right-hand men swiftly flashed into the hole in the ground one after the other.
Soon, a series of rumbling, earthquake-like sounds came from the cavern.
Po Yuan turned around, pointed to a part of the ground nearby, and immediately the ground churned, making way for him. He flashed in.
The underground disturbances gradually faded away, and the people of Divine Mountain around them looked at each other in dismay...
