Li Zhixian feared that if he kept watching, he would be discovered.
He quietly withdrew his gaze.
Deep at the bottom of the cliff.
The murderous aura grew increasingly heavy.
The savage aura permeating the air was bitingly cold, making Li Zhixian, who lay on the ground, feel as though he had fallen into an ice cellar.
Yet.
The many Spirit Beasts remained still.
Pairs of greedy, violent beast eyes remained fixed on the mysterious little tree growing from the cliff wall.
They were all waiting for the little tree to blossom and bear fruit...
Time silently passed amid the increasingly heavy breathing of the Spirit Beasts.
Finally!
A faint fragrance quietly spread.
The sole flower bud on the little tree opened, revealing a crystalline petal.
The divine tree was about to ripen!
At that instant!
All the suppressed ferocity erupted at once!
Roar—!
Roar—!
Earth-shaking beast roars tore through the dead silence.
The bottom of the cliff became a boiling tide of beasts.
One Spirit Beast after another surged madly toward the cliff wall like a burst dam.
The ground trembled violently, and rocks fell like rain.
Li Zhixian's expression changed drastically.
Massive millstone-sized hooves came crashing down, carrying a stench of blood and wind.
He narrowly escaped through the gaps, making several desperate, awkward leaps before finally leaving the path of the charging Spirit Beasts.
Fortunately!
In the eyes of all the Spirit Beasts.
Only that little tree remained.
They had no time to spare for a tiny human like him.
Holding his breath, Li Zhixian watched this slaughter, far more primitive and bloody than any battle between Soul Masters.
Scarlet baleful energy surged around the Bloodfang Demon Tiger. Its enormous jaws snapped down, clamping onto the silver-white centipede. Its fangs ground together, spraying silver-white fluid and shattered