Wang Jixuan performed the Earth Escape Skill at the very same moment.
Above Snow Mountain Base, a stealth transport plane was executing a slow, shallow circling maneuver. Inside the plane, sitting and standing, were a dozen or so silhouettes, gathered together, looking at the three-dimensional projection of the Snow Mountain map.
The middle-aged man at the center, dressed in a crisp white suit, his hair combed to a slick sheen, had a civilization cane laid beside him, his eyes twinkling with an alert brightness.
He was the current leader of the Judgement Team of the Spirit Management Committee of Spiritual Ability City, Meng Jin.
He leaned back in his chair, pondering the news he had just received.
If Master Wang saw the number of high-level Spiritual Ability Users here, he would probably decisively abandon the upcoming combat plan.
"Xing Dian has suddenly become unconscious?"
"Yes, Commander."
"Were there any signs?"
