Flying Centipede Ridge on Tianxuan Continent got its name because level-four demon beasts, White Fire Flying Centipedes, had often appeared there in the past. The entire ridge looked rather like three steamed buns joined together—three round, plump hills.
Before the heavens had shattered, rifts often appeared in the northern part of Tianxuan Continent, and there had been no shortage of demon beasts.
At this moment, on the southern side of Flying Centipede Ridge, roughly three hundred cultivators from the Blazing Fire Alliance were using several strange-shaped earth-escape magical artifacts to remain hidden within a low-lying forest.
Among this group of Blazing Fire Alliance cultivators, two were especially conspicuous. One was surrounded by red light, the spiritual energy emanating from his body forming a crimson pearl the size of a head above him. The other was wreathed in eerie green energy, which had condensed into more than a dozen spinning skulls.
The cultivator whose spiritual energy had formed a crimson pearl wore a black leather robe. His hair was gray-white, his figure somewhat plump, and he wore a smile that was not a smile. The other, however, had a deathly pale complexion and was exceedingly gaunt.
"Fellow Cultivator Qi, we brought so many people. Why is Old Man Zhang still being so cautious, wasting so much effort?" At this moment, the gaunt Great Golden Core cultivator with eerie green energy around him spoke to the Great Golden Core cultivator beside him, whose expression remained a smile that was not a smile. When this green-tinged cultivator spoke, his voice was shrill, like sheets of ice snapping apart, making those who heard it deeply uncomfortable.
"Fellow Cultivator Lin, Old Man Zhang is shrewd indeed. I heard news before that an extremely important figure in our alliance may be passing through this route. No