Gurgle, gurgle.
Xia Ping continuously devoured the surrounding mist. In merely a few breaths, the blood-red mist within a thousand kilometers had been swallowed clean, even as more blood-red mist kept rushing in from afar to replenish it.
Yet Fang Yang and the others could all see that, due to Xia Ping's devouring, the color of the blood-red mist had grown dimmer, as though it had thinned considerably.
The Soul Clan warriors were all dumbfounded. For countless tens of thousands of years, the unchanging blood-red forbidden land had actually been altered by this human. Was this fellow trying to swallow all of the blood-red mist?
They were shocked and furious, anxious and flustered, because they could sense the benefits this mist had for their bodies. This should have been a fortuitous opportunity bestowed upon the Soul Clan by their ancestors.
Yet now it was being snatched away by an outsider. They were furious beyond measure and dearly wished to drive this bastard away.
But after weighing things carefully, they endured it after all, because they simply could not beat him.
Beep beep.
At that moment, a mechanical voice seemed to echo from the depths of the void. "Emergency crisis, emergency crisis. A gluttonous beast has invaded, a gluttonous beast has invaded. Immediate expulsion advised, immediate expulsion advised."
"Hm?!"
Xia Ping blinked. He discovered that the restriction formations around him seemed to have changed. Formation after formation emerged from the depths of the void, radiating dense spatial energy.
This void energy swiftly transformed into transparent spatial chains. One after another flew toward him—thousands upon thousands of them—attempting to capture Xia Ping and teleport him directly away.
Clearly, since the restriction formations here could not kill a gluttonous beast, they could only teleport it away.
This was also the second defensive restriction