689 Death's Dilemma

The Abyssal Strange Beast flew furiously out of the abyss, radiating a boundless, terrifying aura. Across the abyss spanning millions of miles, Magic Beast hordes erupted from cracks in the earth like a gushing well. Led by their Magic Beast lords, they stampeded in all directions across the Southern Demon Continent, trying to flee this dangerous land.

Hundreds of thousands of Nascent Soul Cultivators hurriedly fled on their swords, but a great many were too slow—not even faster than the terrified Magic Beasts. Beneath the rampaging tide of Magic Beasts, these Nascent Soul Cultivators were swallowed almost instantly.

The stronger the Nascent Soul Cultivators were, the deeper they had gone underground in search of spirit salve, and thus the farther behind they had been left.

As for the several hundred most elite Nascent Soul Cultivators, they were still inside the Abyssal Strange Beast's belly, their fates unknown.

, The Abyssal Strange Beast soared out of the abyssal rift. Not only did it show no intention of returning, it instead circled and prowled through the skies, as though searching for something.

Atop a towering peak in the distance, the Spirit Transformation Cultivators' expressions changed sharply.

"What do we do?"

"This fifteenth-rank Abyssal Strange Beast produces several portions of spirit salve every ten years. It concerns whether Southern Demon cultivators can break through to Spirit Transformation—we cannot kill it!"

"Kill it? Such a tyrannical Magic Beast overlord—who could possibly kill it? We'll be fortunate if it doesn't kill us."

"What worries me most is that it might alarm the other abyssal Magic Beast lords. If the Magic Beasts of the abyss for billions of miles come pouring out in full force and strike every major territory across the Southern Demon Continent, then disaster will truly be upon us! The situation is grave.