Flying onward, Song Zhong quickly discovered that Strange Beasts were continuously gathering from all directions, crazily flying toward where the pillar of light had appeared.
Previously, whenever these Strange Beasts saw cultivators, they would launch frenzied attacks.
Yet this time, when these Strange Beasts saw him—or even other cultivators—they did not attack at all.
They merely flew toward the pillar of light.
"Both the Strange Beasts and cultivators are flying over there. Won't that eventually lead to a great battle between the cultivators and these Strange Beasts?"
As Song Zhong watched the flying Strange Beasts, his gaze suddenly settled on a group of ice-blue Strange Beasts.
They looked like tigers, their bodies over five meters long. Arcs of lightning coursed across their powerful bodies.
Yet their heads resembled crocodiles.
The auras of these Croco-tigers were clearly far stronger than those of the other Strange Beasts nearby.
Even the weakest among them seemed to be at the sixth or seventh level of the Golden Body Realm, while more than a dozen emitted the aura of the ninth level of the Golden Body Realm.
Though there were only a little over a hundred of them, the other Strange Beasts all kept some distance from them.
"Thunderous Beasts. I wonder how they'll react if a cultivator attacks them."
With a thought, Song Zhong raised his hand and pointed toward the Croco-tigers. Instantly, streaks of purplish-red lightning shot from his fingertips, slicing through the void. The bolts rapidly swelled, carrying matchless might as they slammed heavily into the backs of several charging Croco-tigers.
The terrifying force struck the Croco-tigers so hard that their bodies suddenly convulsed.
In the distance, the expressions of the flying cultivators changed drastically when they heard the commotion.
"There was a sound?"
"Are these Strange Beasts making their move?"
"With