Just as the four Myriad Transformations combatants clashed, their terrifying power shattering the void sky and carrying the battle into the Outer Heavens battlefield,
At this moment,
Within the Blood Demon Sect's forbidden land, Zhang Qingyuan's expression was grave.
"Someone?!"
Looking at the chaotic trail of footprints ahead, Zhang Qingyuan's pupils contracted sharply.
Ahead stood jagged mountains and bizarre boulders, shaped like ghosts and monsters. Their savage mouths gaped open, exposing gloomy passageways, as though waiting for prey to deliver itself to their doors.
The sky overhead was filled with an invisible force that even Zhang Qingyuan could not resist. It prevented anyone from remaining suspended in mid-air, forcing them to travel across the rubble-strewn ground.
That chaotic trail of footprints spread from the ground, disappearing at the end of the dark, sinister mountains and boulders ahead!
Zhang Qingyuan's heart sank considerably.
When catastrophe descended,
Not everyone possessed the courage to perish together with their Sect. Especially in a Demonic Sect like this, when disaster struck, each man flying off on his own was the norm.
In fact,
Along the way, Zhang Qingyuan had felt something subtly amiss about those Blood Demon Sect Cultivators who feared no death.
Had he not noticed that those disciples and cultivators seemed mentally abnormal, their gazes and expressions excessively fanatical, as though controlled by someone's Secret Technique, then this fervent spectacle of swearing to live and die alongside the Sect
Would truly have made him doubt his life.
"Let's hope it isn't the worst possibility."
Zhang Qingyuan's gaze darkened slightly. His figure transformed into a string of afterimages as he darted into the dark and deep path ahead.
Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh.
Black currents of Gale Force rose from the earth and swept through the air with piercing howls, as though even space itself were