On the Cangmang Continent, a fleet of hundreds of Sky Arks advanced swiftly through the sky in a vast formation shaped like a triangle.
Aboard the Sky Arks, crossbows stood drawn and ready, aimed straight into the sky.
On the decks, warriors gripped their weapons, their expressions grave as their eyes swept the void.
Experts from the Winged Dragon Clan patrolled around the fleet, guarding its perimeter and promptly relaying information about the surrounding area.
The fleet traveled at tremendous speed. With hundreds of vessels moving together, the powerful wind gang they stirred up made them look like a cloud bank hundreds of miles wide racing through the sky.
Demon Wind stood aboard a Sky Ark in the middle of the convoy, his expression more solemn than ever as he scanned the void uneasily. He knew full well that this migration was fraught with danger. Their journey would certainly not be safe.
Yet he had no choice but to relocate.
Ancestor Feng Yuan had fallen, leaving him as the Winged Dragon Clan's only Heavenly Venerate. The Heavenly Venerates of the other clans were powerless to help. If Void Glimpse Realm mutant beasts surrounded them, the Great Array alone could never hold them off, and they would be on a road to certain death.
Fortunately, none of the Beast Tides they had encountered so far had been strong enough to block their path.
Just then, a fleet of more than a dozen Sky Arks rapidly approached from the distant sky. Behind them, flocks of flying mutant beasts pursued them like black clouds, launching attacks against the Sky Arks from time to time.
Attacks continually fired from the Sky Arks, driving back the mutant beasts that drew near.
At that moment, True Lord Lie Kong arrived beside him and said urgently:
"Ancestor,