As Old Man Wang was speaking, two Peak Core Formation cultivators suddenly appeared at the city gate. Seeing the numerous Core Formation fellow Daoists flying rapidly toward them from afar, the two men froze, their expressions changing.
After hearing Old Man Wang's words, the two exchanged a few words. One of them suddenly trembled, and a voice transmission talisman appeared in his hand. After whispering a few words, a streak of yellow light shot into Baishi City.
By then, the numerous cultivators had already arrived nearby. Terror was written across every face.
The enormous roars of beasts and cries of apes had ceased for only a brief moment before being replaced by the even more thunderous howls of a multitude of beasts.
At that moment, every cultivator in Baishi City had been alarmed. Even those conducting trade and auctions rose one after another and surged toward the direction from which the demon beasts' roars came. Such enormous roars clearly showed that something extraordinary had happened here.
Naturally, everyone wanted to learn the cause as soon as possible and make preparations in advance.
On a mountain several dozen zhang high within Baishi City stood an extremely luxurious palace. Several cultivators were standing at the palace entrance. Every one of them had reached mid or late Core Formation. Standing among them was a fair-faced old man in his fifties.
Although the old man's aura of pressure was faint and indistinct as he stood among the Core Formation cultivators, he gave off an intangible pressure that made others afraid to look directly at him.
This old man and the people behind him had also been awakened from their cultivation by the beast roars. Now standing at the palace entrance, their gazes were gloomy, and their expressions were exceptionally grave.
"Huangfu Ying, go and