As he stepped out of the teleportation passage, a deluge of rain fell over Liu Zhi.
He looked up at the gloomy sky, a faint smile appearing on his face.
"Good thing I got here in time."
With his keen eyesight, Liu Zhi could see octopuses wreathed in rainbow-colored light appearing in the lightning from time to time.
They were a distinctive troop of the Glimmering Underworld. It was clear that its invasion of the Southern Swamp Plane had already made considerable headway.
But this was also what confirmed that the Southern Swamp Plane was still being devoured; the Glimmering Underworld hadn't fully digested it yet.
At the same time, the instant Liu Zhi entered the plane, he sensed four or five mythic-level auras across the three planes.
One of them belonged to the mythic-level being from the Southern Swamp Plane, whose presence Liu Zhi had sensed earlier in Alda-Malik City.
It was the aura of the man clad in white baboon hide. But now it had weakened considerably. It no longer felt the way it had when he destroyed Alda-Malik City. Instead, Liu Zhi sensed that the miasma emanating from him had begun to spread across the Southern Swamp Plane.
He meant to destroy the entire Southern Swamp Plane rather than let the Glimmering Underworld devour it.
The other auras were more interesting.
The one closest to Liu Zhi belonged to something unreal.
Liu Zhi merely swept his senses in that direction, and it felt as though he had been transported from a swamp into a desert.
The sun beat down on him, nearly baking him into a mummy.
The sensation was so convincing that no one could tell it was an illusion, yet the scene before his eyes wasn't real at all.
Liu Zhi immediately recalled a book