Half a month later, above the Desolate Plains, a group of more than a hundred cultivators was speeding through the air.
These hundred-odd cultivators were all riding demonic beasts. The beasts flew with astonishing speed, tearing through the air with piercing whistles. They were also enormous; even the smallest hawk-like beast had a wingspan of more than twenty feet. Their vigorous blood and qi made them clearly suited for long-distance travel.
At the head of the group were two men in their forties whose faces were nearly identical. Both had dark, square faces—they were twins. They cultivated the same technique as well, and both were Golden Core cultivators. The spiritual energy around their bodies formed the shape of enormous black swords. The hundred-odd cultivators behind them varied greatly in cultivation. Some were at the Mind Splitting Realm, while others were only at the fourth or fifth level of the Sea of Consciousness Realm.
As they raced onward, this group kept looking back, their faces filled with extreme tension, as though some terrifying thing were pursuing them from behind.
"Senior Lu, what is it?!"
All at once, the hundred-odd cultivators behind the twin Great Golden Core cultivators saw the expressions of the two men change drastically. Their bodies seemed to stiffen abruptly.
Just as quite a few people, gripped by worry, cried out to ask, a faint flash of light suddenly appeared ahead. Without any warning, a blue figure emerged from the clouds.
A middle-aged cultivator with ordinary features, a sallow complexion, and an utterly plain blue robe appeared before everyone's eyes.
"Don't worry. I'm not one of the people chasing you."
As the hundred-odd cultivators looked on in alarm and True Essence fluctuations rippled from their bodies, the blue-robed sallow-faced cultivator merely glanced at them and calmly spoke those words.