As soon as Meng Yun came up, the spiritual power that was about to sweep across towards Han Yu suddenly halted.
A group of cultivators hurriedly saluted Meng Yun.
"What's going on?"
Meng Yun frowned as he looked around, and asked coldly.
Just earlier below, he had already sensed the commotion above.
However, it was only after the spiritual power and aura of these people spread that it alerted him.
One person among the cultivators stepped forward, explaining the events with fear and trepidation.
Meng Yun's expression darkened, his eyes like lightning, as a majestic aura filled the cliffs on both sides.
His gaze swept around unreservedly.
Han Yu, feeling a chill behind him, did not dare even to breathe as he hid his head outside the cliff, fearing that a single breath could cost him his life.
The vast aura continued to sweep towards the side of the cliff, and as it reached Han Yu's face, the immense pressure was even more palpable.
