Has Song Zhong Arrived?

Song Zhong heard what the Serpent Demon Clan cultivator said and, without even waiting for the Bull Beast Clan cultivator to answer, turned and fled into the distance.

A Blood Fiend Demonic Sect cultivator—why should he care about him!

Yet almost at the same moment, that Blood Fiend Demonic Sect cultivator also fled into the distance.

What did the life or death of a Hundred Peaks Sect member have to do with him? He was so weak; of course he had to run!

The two fled at the same time, and by sheer coincidence, they fled in the very same direction.

Behind them, the Serpent Demon Clan cultivator sneered. "It seems the Human Race isn't very united. One is at the second layer of the Golden Body Realm, the other at the fifth layer—so weak, yet they dared enter these Sealed Ruins.

"I heard Human Race cultivators carry quite a few treasures. Old Bull, how about we take one each?"

But just as his words fell, his expression abruptly changed. "Hm? What's that sound?"

Beneath him, the sand suddenly surged violently.

The next instant, yellow sand shot into the sky, and enormous scorpions leaped out from beneath the earth.

They completely surrounded the Serpent Demon Clan cultivator and the Bull Beast Clan cultivator, who had remained where they were instead of flying away.

While flying, Song Zhong heard the commotion behind him. As he continued flying ahead, he looked back—and his gaze instantly sharpened.

Sand Scorpions?

They looked more than four meters long and one and a half meters wide. Their bodies were covered in a layer of dark brown, hard shell, like rocks scorched beneath the desert sun for a thousand years—rough and solid.

At the front of their bodies were two black iron pincers about half a meter