Smack!
In the dense forest, a thick sheet of snow suddenly flew up, and the ground split open to reveal a pitch-black entrance.
Wang Chen leaped out of the secret passage.
With a sweep of his sleeve, he concealed the tunnel entrance once more.
The next instant, Wang Chen vanished from where he stood without a trace.
After the time it took to burn an incense stick, he appeared outside Flying Immortal City.
The beast tide had already receded.
Twelve Flying Ships hovered above the city, their prows facing outward in a defensive formation, their hulls gleaming with a faint light.
These Flying Ships were large third-tier Magic Treasures, immensely formidable in both combat strength and offensive power.
Even Great Demons would not dare to bluntly meet their edge!
The cabin doors of several Flying Ships stood wide open as cultivators in moon-white robes flew in and out.
It was a scene of bustling activity.
Most of these cultivators were young, around twenty or thirty, and nearly all were male cultivators. Female cultivators were few and far between.
Although the beast horde had retreated into Jade Dragon Mountain, the devastation it had wrought could not be erased in a short time.
Walking along streets carpeted with broken stones and rubble, Wang Chen witnessed one miserable scene after another.
Tens of thousands of Demonic Beasts had destroyed nearly half the city. The outer districts in particular had been almost razed to the ground.
Quite a few cultivators' corpses lay scattered amid the ruins.
They were actually the fortunate ones. At least their bodies had remained behind; most of those who died in battle had been devoured by Demonic Beasts.
Only blood and gore were left everywhere.
The white-robed cultivators who had descended from the Flying Ships were clearing away these bodies.