Although the vast Aoteng Interface appeared to be shrouded in celestial phenomena, the Ao Beast Vine Demon beast hordes and the cultivators of the Seven Prefectures had long since grown accustomed to it. Whether cultivators or Ao Beast Vine Demons, those who needed to cultivate cultivated, and those who needed to fight fought. Everything had returned to normal.
Under the sky-obscuring, sun-blocking yellowish clouds and mist, several clusters of escaping light tore through the air like bolts of lightning, speeding across the vast land where the beasts were scattered.
Faced with the rapidly approaching escaping lights, most of the beasts had yet to react before the lights had already flashed past them. Only a tiny number of powerful Ao Beast Vine Demons let out waves of roars and led the beast hordes in making a symbolic interception.
The directions in which the escaping lights sped seemed different, but their paths all converged toward a distant location.
At another location, there was likewise a streak of escaping light. It raced forward with utter abandon, yet when the Ao Beast Vine Demons along its path suddenly sensed it appear, they all prostrated themselves on the ground. Not one dared release the slightest trace of their ferocious aura.
Naturally, not a single beast dared leap up to intercept this streak of escaping light.
This streak of escaping light was far faster than the several clusters coming from the other directions. However, it was visibly thinner than those clusters, as if only one cultivator was within it.
Although it was exceedingly far from the other clusters of escaping light, its direction of travel was strangely the same as the location toward which those several waves of escaping light were converging.
As time slowly passed, the several waves of escaping light drew closer and closer