Noticing that Yao and Ye were both nowhere to be seen, Shi Lan's brow twitched.
The formation showed no sign of having been disturbed. The only explanation was that the two had gone out on their own.
The situation outside was so chaotic now. If they wandered off, who knew what they might run into?
Yao in particular was at risk. The demigods harbored ill intentions toward her, and as the God King's daughter, she was bound to attract attention.
"I'm going out for a while. If there are any other humans with nowhere to go, you can take them in too. Bring them here."
After a brief moment of thought, Shi Lan gave Kuang Shaoqing a few instructions, then activated the Myriad Transformations Holy Garment. Taking the form of a demigod, she left the valley.
In a situation like this, a little disguise could save her plenty of trouble.
Beneath a brilliant starry sky, two figures raced one after another through the air above a wilderness where every tree had withered.
The spiritual energy here was scarce, and powerful living beings were few and far between. The faint stench of blood hung in the air, mingling with the breeze and carrying a nauseating, filthy odor.
A few breaths later, the two figures stopped in the middle of the wilderness. A colossal palm print had crushed the land for thousands of miles around, reaching thousands of zhang beneath the ground. The ruins of a palace and a few glowing, white bones could be seen below.
The sharp, bloody stench in the air grew ever stronger, stabbing straight into their minds.
"Is this your tribe?"
Looking at the devastation before her, Yao raised her brows slightly. The situation was plain enough: judging by the lingering aura of law, the