Right behind that Quasi-Saint creature came a second, a third, a fourth... all of them, practically without exception, possessed cultivation at the God King Realm or above.
This was simply not something the younger generation's prodigies could handle.
A piercing sound of chewing rang out before the Space Rift.
The six-eyed Quasi-Saint creature slowly raised its gray-white, withered right hand and reached through the air toward a God King Realm cultivator standing at the front of the Holy Heaven Sect camp.
Riiip—
Space was torn apart by an invisible force. Before the Holy Heaven Sect God King could make any response, his head was separated from his body, brutally ripped off by a tyrannical force. Blood sprayed from his severed neck.
The six-eyed creature opened its mouth and swallowed the head in one bite, producing a bone-chilling sound of crushing and bursting.
"Human Race flesh and blood is still so delicious," it sighed hoarsely.
"The Human Race is fit only to become the blood food of my Calamity Clan."
It inhaled deeply, and the headless corpse on the ground, along with the splattered blood, turned into a streak of blood that it sucked entirely into its stomach.
"Beast!"
The Holy Heaven Sect God Kings flew into a rage, their eyes splitting wide. They unleashed a treasure seal blazing with holy light. The other prodigies also snapped awake, and amid their horror, fury and battle intent surged forth.
"It's the Calamity Clan, that legendary race of calamities!" An elderly cultivator from an ancient aristocratic family trembled as he spoke, unable to suppress his terror.
They fed on civilizations. Wherever they passed, worlds withered and all living beings perished. In the depths of the Endless Sea, who knew how many flourishing civilizations—even existences on the verge of advancing into Great Worlds—had been