At this moment, it wasn't just Howard Lambert and the other person—many in the Frontline Small Town were alerted and instinctively looked towards the Closed Area.
Then, in just a few breaths, hundreds of figures appeared from all directions, some standing on branches, others on rooftops, gazing at the huge vortex in the distance.
These people included young men in their twenties as well as middle-aged men in their thirties and forties with a calm aura, each emitting an invisible aura of iron and killing intent.
A middle-aged man with a scar on his cheek said in a deep voice, "I remember that direction is where those newborn geniuses from the relic are in closed-door cultivation, right?"
A young man below nodded, "Yes, all these freshmen are there digesting in closed-door cultivation. Larry Throne had previously instructed us to watch over the surroundings."