With Little Mountain Pig leading the way, they truly did not need to worry about losing their direction.
Wang Wu and the other two proceeded cautiously for most of the day, covering more than fifty li, yet they did not encounter a single living creature, much less any Human cultivator hunting squad.
"South Mountain is ahead, but everything above ground has already been destroyed. Not to mention West River—it has been completely cut off. Heavenly Annihilation was simply too devastating."
Old Ox spoke in a low voice. Everything familiar from its memories had vanished.
Wang Wu was also filled with emotion. West River would become history from now on. The water upstream would likely change course.
When those three enormous fireballs came crashing down, the changes were far more violent than seas turning into mulberry fields.
Just as he was about to speak, his heart suddenly stirred. He hurriedly grabbed Old Ox, then lightly patted the ground with his bear paw.
The next second, Little Mountain Pig, twenty meters beneath the ground, stopped burrowing. Old Ox swiftly lay down as well. Vast quantities of vines immediately grew from its nostrils and mouth, sealing off every exposed spot. Only a pair of enormous bovine eyes remained, looking at Wang Wu in confusion.
Because it had not sensed anything wrong at all.
That was the immense gap between them. Wang Wu's perception far surpassed Old Ox's.
But he had no time to explain. He merely signaled for it to stay quiet, while hoping Little Mountain Pig would not start causing trouble at a time like this.
He himself carefully sensed a strange flying bird roughly eight hundred meters away.
Judging by its outline, it was not truly a bird, and it even looked somewhat crude.
Yet in terms of agility in flight