Fallen Leaf Mountain’s peak was a large, flat area.

There were seven or eight people at the edge of the peak looking at something. They were all holding various treasures in their hands, and from their smiles, one could tell that they were not good people.

“Big Brother, do you think those two little fellows can break out of the illusion formation? They have been walking around in circles for a long time, I’m laughing to death,” a short fat man said to Zhang Long, who was sitting in the middle. The people inside could not see outside the illusion formation, but the people outside could see inside.

The man in black called Zhang Long was tall and thin. At this moment, he had an unhappy expression. “I told you to stop calling me ‘Big Brother.’ If the Mountain Lord hears this, I’ll be scolded again.” Although Zhang Long said this, there was a pleased smile on his face.

“However, there is no way that little fellow can come out. Without the Mountain Lord’s control, no one can get out.” Speaking of the Mountain Lord Han Songcheng, Zhang...