At this moment, more than twenty feet above the flying chariot, the void rippled as three figures silently reappeared.
It was none other than Han Li and the two others.
Just before the flying chariot was suddenly attacked, Han Li had reacted in time. He immediately used his teleportation divine skill to move all three of them outside the chariot.
Now Han Li stood high in the air, looking down at the lake below with a serious expression.
The enemy below could deceive both him and Daoist Xie's senses, indicating great power.
It seemed that this time, a true formidable presence from the Demon Clan had come to confront them.
As Han Li pondered this, a huge green hand collapsed with a 'bang', turning into droplets that fell back into the lake below.
At the same moment, the lake surface churned violently, and a grand hall ten feet high slowly emerged from the water.
