Your Highness?
Was it His Highness?
Hongjin's eyes widened uncontrollably as she stared at the person who had appeared, unable to believe it.
Huff—!
In midair, Li Su let out a breath of relief. Good, he had made it in time.
Lowering his head, he swept his gaze over Hongjin and the others. Their situation was extremely dire. Had he arrived even a moment later, the scene before him would likely have been entirely different.
Roar!
Before Li Su could speak, the Fungus Clan covering Hongjin and the women trembled. With what little awareness they possessed, they discovered this outsider and attacked without hesitation.
Tens of thousands of blood whips swept across the heavens, leaving vast afterimages in the void and tearing even the air apart.
Power gathered upon them. Every single strike carried more than the force of three worlds.
Terrifying.
Such whip-chains could undoubtedly slice through the earth with ease, even overturning a continent stretching tens of thousands of miles.
Of course, at the Celestial Immortal realm, such offensive power was not particularly monstrous. A Celestial Immortal at the perfected Ten Fires level could achieve it.
But there were simply too many of them.
More than that, Nine-Zhang Heaven truly suited the Fungus Clan. The small became large, and the large became small. Though this transformation had little effect on those that shrank, its impact on those that grew was enormous.
If one had to describe it, the Fungus Clan outside was like starving creatures, little more than skin and bones.
The Fungus Clan here, however, was different. Their spiritual energy was full to bursting. Even the lowest fungi possessed energy comparable to that of ordinary Human Clan cultivators.
It was terrifying—utterly astonishing.
Looking out, the Fungus Clan stretched like mountains and seas. Their sheer extent already rivaled