Allied Army

"Huh?"

Even Lei Dong, who could be considered widely traveled and knowledgeable, was astonished by the scene he sensed dozens of miles away. Though he had yet to reach Nascent Soul Peak, his spiritual sense was already far stronger than that of an ordinary Early Spirit Transmutation cultivator, second only to those at the mid-tier.

Once he focused his spiritual sense dozens of miles away, every tiny detail came into view as if he were witnessing it with his own eyes. The sight was truly jaw-dropping. Two women in a wretched state were fleeing for their lives, beating their wings frantically. With every passing moment, they shot forward dozens of yards like the wind. Close behind them came a large group of tall, muscular Abyssal Demons with vicious faces, clad in gray-black armor and riding Blood Hawks covered in backward-pointing spikes and metal armor.

The Abyssal Demon at their head was especially burly, his armor a splendid ink-black. His imposing presence radiated a powerful, oppressive aura; he was clearly no easy opponent. As he gave chase, he cackled and shouted, "You two little beauties can't escape! Just surrender obediently and let me, Bai Luo, show you a good time. I promise that once you've tasted me, you'll never be able to leave me."

Lei Dong's spiritual sense had become extraordinarily keen and sensitive. Especially when he focused on a particular scene, every fluctuation and reaction became a sensation, faithfully and completely appearing in his mind at the speed of his perception.

At Lei Dong's level of cultivation and strength, he had long since become worlds apart from ordinary mortals. The many wonders of spiritual sense were boundless.

Bai Luo? Lei Dong furrowed his brows slightly. He had long committed all sorts of information about the Abyss Domain to memory, and