Lu Sheng froze for a moment, then pushed off with his feet and lightly leaped into the air. Soul force formed footholds beneath his feet, creating step after step in midair.
He jumped straight to the edge of the breach at the very top of the theater and looked in every direction.
Yet he could not find the slightest trace of that Two-Headed Tiger-Striped Monstrous Dragon from before.
"What was that?" He probed the surrounding auras in surprise. It was as if that monstrous dragon had never come at all; not even a wisp of its presence remained.
Standing atop the theater, Lu Sheng looked out over the surroundings from afar.
He had found no trace of any Holy Spirit since arriving here. There was absolutely nothing in this damned place.
Only desolation.
"Forget it. It's time to go back." Lu Sheng turned and looked toward the direction he had come from. That Deep Blue vortex still floated in midair there.
Deep within the Barren Land.
The tiger-striped Two-Headed Monster Dragon slowly dragged its long body through the sky, swimming and soaring through the air.
"You came back without dealing with the threat?" On the ground, a colossal ancient tree stretching thousands of meters slowly made a faint sound.
"What I want to do is not for anyone else to command." A shrill female voice came from the Two-Headed Monster Dragon's mouths.
"I was not commanding you," the giant tree replied. "However, someone who can enter the Barren Land in the flesh, and prey you voluntarily gave up... I seem to be somewhat interested."
"He is mine. If you dare touch him, I'll kill you!" The Two-Headed Monster Dragon suddenly turned and fixed its gaze on it.
A vast killing intent, like a storm, materialized into a gray whirlwind that