The moment Xu Qing stepped into the secret realm, his eyes lit up.
An ancient mountain forest stretching as far as the eye could see came into view. The mountains were steep, the ancient trees towered into the sky, and the place was filled with an air of mystery and antiquity.
The air was suffused with faint spiritual energy, seemingly containing some profound and mysterious power.
Xu Qing sensed the fluctuations of spiritual energy around him and nodded to himself.
This secret realm truly was extraordinary. Its spiritual energy was far denser than that of the outside world. It really was a good place for cultivation.
He took a deep breath of spiritual energy and immediately felt refreshed, while the mana within him grew more abundant.
Just then, a cold gaze suddenly fell upon him.
Strangely enough, he was currently with a group of around ten people.
There was no sign of Moro.
The Angel Race members who had entered the secret realm earlier were nowhere to be seen either.
"Random teleportation?" Xu Qing frowned, not expecting to encounter something like this.
"We're screwed. We got separated from the group by random teleportation. What are we supposed to do now?"
Someone nearby did not pay much attention to Xu Qing and merely complained to himself.
"What are we supposed to do? Do you think you'd get even a share of the spoils by following the Angel Race? Would they split the treasures they find with you?"
"Exactly. They'd probably just use us as cannon fodder."
"What's there to fear? Are we supposed to be unable to take a single step without the Angel Race? Listen to my command!"
Just then, a well-built woman of another race suddenly spoke in a cold voice.
Everyone present sensed the powerful aura around her