The same peals of thunderous rumbling echoed out, and the earth and rocks beneath their feet trembled without cease. Yet compared to the earthshaking, near-collapse from before, what filled the air now was more the oppressive sense of a storm gathering, the wind filling the tower.
Wu Chen's eyes widened. He pressed down on the Fist Monkey that had somehow scampered onto his shoulder and shouted, "This is bad! That landslide just now may have triggered a Beast Tide. Everyone, find somewhere to hide, quickly!"
Once he said it, everyone understood. The upheaval in the forest was frightening enough for outsiders like them, but the various natives that had lived there all along would be disturbed as well. They would flee their homes in droves, surging outward like an ocean tide—roiling, unstoppable.
Especially a Beast Tide formed by ferocious beasts. It would sweep down like the sky itself collapsing, a vast and surging force. Even a Peerless Grandmaster as powerful as Meng Zhao, wielding a sinister weapon, would still be crushed to pieces.
Thus, Wu Chen urged everyone to find a safe place to hide. As soon as he had given the warning, he lifted his movement technique and leaped onto a tall tree nearby like a nimble ape.
The others climbed trees as well. Among them, Gan Mingfeng stayed close behind Meng Zhao, for he alone knew that only by remaining at Meng Zhao's side would he have a sliver of hope for survival.
Not long after everyone had climbed up, rustling and thunderous rumbles came from the darkness in the distance. The rustling was the unnatural fall of countless leaves, while the rumbling came from numerous hulking, immensely heavy creatures trampling across the ground.
Then came billowing dust swept up within the darkness, along with deafening roars and