The armor masters went to move the limestones.
All of the refiners came out and dragged the black-feathered birds back to gather useful spiritual materials.
In the fortifications, Han Muye held a pale black iron piece in his hand, his eyes shining.
He had obtained this piece of metal from a Black-Winged Skylark.
It was a fragment of a battle sword.
There was also a trace of memory in the fragment.
Only a trace.
Countless black armors and powerful puppet masters could be seen.
These people shattered a seal in the void and gathered various of exotic beasts.
From these images, Han Muye saw the shadows of level-nine, sage-level, and even divine-level beasts.
There weren't many.
In other words, the next trial wouldn't be level seven or eight exotic beasts, but level nine, sage-level, and divine-level beasts.
Under the invasion of such powerful beasts, the trial disciples would probably die.
"Fengge City?"
Han Muye's eyes flashed.
