"What's going on? Why can't I sense the advance party anymore?"
Within the enormous mountain, the Ant King suddenly emerged from his cultivation. The antennae on his forehead emitted faint ripples, as though he were trying to contact someone.
Less than a minute later, ten figures rushed through the countless passageways toward the Ant King's cultivation quarters.
The ten figures had different appearances, but one thing was certain: their auras were exceptionally stable and profound.
In the Abyss, there were many ranks of creatures. From low to high, they were Warrior Level, Leader Level, Lord Level, King Level, and Abyss Emperor Level.
And the ten Abyssal Creatures standing before the Ant King were all King Level.
"Your Majesty, could it be that the Spatial Channel is unstable, which is why you can't sense them?" one King Level Abyssal Creature stepped forward and spoke. It was also a humanoid ant and bore some resemblance to the Ant King.
"I considered that possibility, but I have a bad feeling about this." The Ant King frowned. "This Plane's Spatial Barrier has an extremely high level of rejection. The Space Tunnel we opened is bound to contain terrifying Friction Force. One careless mistake could wipe out the entire advance party."
Suddenly, the Ant King raised his head and said to the King Level Abyssal Creature that resembled him, "Ant Demon, contact the Wind King for me and ask about their situation. The rest of you, come with me."
No amount of discussion could compare to personally inspecting the place where the Spatial Rift had appeared. The Ant King immediately set off, transforming into a faint light as he shot out of the mountain.
The other King Level Abyssal Creatures dared not disobey and hurriedly followed.
Inside the deathly silent, freezing cavern, the Spatial Rift