In a world where towering vegetation stretched across the mountains and plains, countless cultivators and demonic beasts were fleeing at top speed. All of these cultivators possessed humanoid spiritual bodies, and it was impossible to tell from their features whether they were human. Even if they were not, they were certainly transformed beings.
There were quite a lot of them, scattered across the mountains and plains by the tens of thousands.
Their cultivation levels varied. Judging from the surging energy fluctuations around their bodies, even the weakest were at the Nascent Soul stage, while the strongest included Profound level existences.
At this moment, the cultivators were fleeing at full speed, their faces filled with unconcealed terror. Some repeatedly looked back as they fled, the fear in their eyes plain for all to see.
It seemed that a terrifying existence was pursuing them from behind. The cultivators fled for their lives; even the powerful beings of the Profound level and Spirit Severing realm did not dare stop and fight the horror behind them.
All of them were flying in the same direction: southeast.
There was no other reason. The cultivators knew that a huge city stood to the southeast of this region. Thirty or forty thousand cultivators lived there year-round. The city had three city lords at the Profound Tier peak, and the number of Profound Tier cultivators there totaled several dozen.
Everyone was certain that as long as they could make it into the city, they would escape this life-or-death calamity.
Their plan was excellent, but whether they could actually flee into that huge city was not up to them. As the cultivators raced forward, tens of thousands of miles behind them, a terrifying blood-colored flood several dozen yards high was surging toward them at breakneck speed, like a river