Fang Jianxing's pupils widened, reflecting in the darkness, like turbulent star debris.
With a flip of his hand, he took out a small mirror, and the veins of Luofeng Mountain magnified infinitely in the mirror, in his eyes!
Luo Guanyun weaved the thunder net so tightly, ultimately needing to use the things between the mountains as a foundation.
Travel along the veins in stealth, seek the source of the Qi, cut it off, and the net will collapse!
Where is the source?
A ray of light emerged in Fang Jianxing's heart as he entered the mountain, gazing distantly at the junction of countless veins.
Does it seem to be the peak of Luofeng Mountain, should I go there to destroy it?
No, the root is moving rapidly, seemingly getting closer to me!
No... What is happening, is the source on Luo Guanyun?
Fang Jianxing was dumbfounded.
He then regained his heart spirit, forcibly calmed down and flipped the mirror.
