Who Else?

Rumble...

The Netherworld, usually rather quiet and solemn, was now filled with constant roars, gasps, and thundering hoofbeats, while clouds of dust billowed everywhere, leaving the ground in utter chaos.

The Sha Beasts, which normally relied on their decent strength to move in packs and run rampant, were now being chased all over the place by a single human. They had no choice but to run—behind them was a current of scorching heat pursuing them relentlessly.

The crimson heat tailed them the whole way, always just a beat too slow, forcing the Sha Beasts to keep running without pause. If they slowed even the slightest bit, the entire beast would probably be reduced to ash in an instant.

He Zhao flew through the air, a crimson aura spraying from his mouth.

Everywhere it passed turned to scorched earth.

Grass, trees, and other plants were burned to ash by the heat alone before it even reached them. If it met rock, the stone melted on the spot into magma and flowed freely.

Over a hundred gigantic Human-Faced Spiders threw out their eight long legs and fled madly.

The Sha Beasts lagging behind at the rear gave off a faint, pungent smell of charring. The human faces on their backs were flushed red, each twisted in agony, wearing expressions as if life itself had become an unbearable weight.

They could not understand how they had provoked such a powerful enemy when all they had done was weave webs deep in the Old Forest.

Amid the stampede of a hundred spiders, the culprit licked his lips. Driving the Sha Beasts out of the mountains had not been some sudden whim. Rather, there was something in the mountains whose aura was so terrifying that it shook the soul.

It was like a living volcano—once