There was actually such a bizarre restriction! He had never heard of anything like it. Lu Xiaotian hadn't expected the Lost Forbidden Land to have such a strange feature. There was no time to think about it now; he had to escape first. He couldn't count on flying, and for the moment he had no other choice.
Lu Xiaotian's expression darkened, but he wasn't terribly panicked. He calmed himself and cast a lightness spell, then took off running. As light as a swallow, each step carried him several zhang.
The trees rushed past behind him. Even the basic Wind-Riding Art was astonishingly fast, and these low-grade black beetles simply couldn't keep up. But after escaping for a while, Lu Xiaotian was horrified to find that several nearby hills were covered with the same black beetles. "As far as the eye could see" was no exaggeration. Now that this strange restriction had appeared, perhaps only winged demonic birds could escape it; ordinary human cultivators would likely have no way to avoid it. He had thought his speed might at least get him out, but he hadn't expected the black beetles to be everywhere. He had only shaken off some of them, and had run straight into another swarm. In this high, densely wooded terrain, he had no idea where to flee.
Lu Xiaotian immediately cast an ordinary Earth Wall Art to block the black beetles surging toward him, then dashed around it to the left. One earthen wall couldn't hold them back for long. In barely a breath, more black beetles were spilling around its sides. A moment slower, and they would crawl over it like a tide, sweeping straight over the wall, which stood more than a zhang high. Fortunately, the brief delay gave Lu Xiaotian a moment to catch