Yao Zhuang looked at the camp, which resembled the apocalypse, his expression extremely grim.
Even he could not figure out who had attacked this camp of his kin.
Not a single corpse of his kin within the camp remained intact. The muddy, rotten soil was filled with flesh and shattered bones ground into mincemeat.
Although that kid was powerful—even capable of unleashing a sword strike containing Great Dao Intent—his cultivation should not have been enough to achieve this.
Could a high-level Netherworld Creature be hiding nearby?
After all, nearly ten thousand members of his race had gathered in this camp. How could a Deity Transformation Stage cultivator have slaughtered them all in such a short time?
Moreover, every one of his kin had been blown to pieces. Only a mighty Integration Stage expert could possess such strength.
Just as Yao Zhuang was at his wits' end, a thin mist formed from Su Fan had already drifted outside the Celestial Race's western camp.
He glanced at the flickering lights in the distance, then his gaze sharpened.
"Rumble..."
The muddy, rotten soil beneath Su Fan's feet suddenly began to boil. Then it rolled up into earth waves soaring several zhang high and roared toward the distant Celestial Race camp.
Inside the distant camp, a Celestial Race cultivator stood atop a flying shuttle, his eyes sweeping the surroundings without pause.
Suddenly, he seemed to hear something. He hurriedly focused his gaze and released all his Spiritual Sense, looking around constantly, but discovered nothing.
However, the loss of contact with his kin's camp to the southwest had forced him to remain extremely cautious.
Fortunately, an invisible barrier had already been set up outside the camp. This gave him some confidence. Even if danger suddenly arrived, it would first be blocked by the barrier outside