Amidst the light banter, the group relaxed considerably.
Su Yang glared at Mo Rufeng, but finally lost his composure and burst out laughing.
This punk really had a knack for wisecracks.
Time slipped by, and the halos of light began to converge.
The strange energy between heaven and earth grew increasingly dense.
Finally, in the early hours of the next morning, a door of light slowly took shape.
"Everyone, get ready. Line up in order."
Han Zong's tone turned solemn.
He then drew a small piece of crystal from his Spatial Ring.
Channeling spiritual energy into it, a beam of light shot out from the crystal straight into the portal.
Immediately afterward, a powerful suction force emanated from the door of light.
Chapter 227