"Roar, roar..."
Low roars carried through the rock layers, and no one in the hall looked particularly good. The beast tide had come with startling suddenness and tremendous force. Less than half an hour after the cultivators outside cried for help, beasts were already surging across the mountains and plains—large and small, strong and weak, running and flying, all swarming over like a flood. In the blink of an eye, they had trampled across the mountain where the Mountain-Moving Cloud Boat dock stood and continued fleeing eastward.
"Could the cold tide have come again?"
Zhao Xiqiao was referring to the cold tide that had seeped through the passage between the two realms last time. After crashing into the Sky-Rift Valley, it had spread eastward for roughly a hundred miles, devastating every plant and patch of vegetation in its path. The great migration of fiends and savage beasts it triggered had ravaged tens of thousands of miles of territory. Elder Zhu and the others had experienced it firsthand, and the lingering fear still remained in their hearts.
Yu Ci and Yan Hao had gone to ask several fleeing cultivators about the situation outside and settle them in. Only Elder Zhu, Zhou Hu, and Zhao Xiqiao remained in the hall. Elder Zhu could not be bothered to respond to the latter, and only Zhou Hu shook his head.
"Probably not. From what Brother Yu said, it sounds more like some powerful fiend recklessly unleashed its power and caused this unrest. It should be temporary. The environment is too complicated now, though, and there is no telling how long the ensuing chaos will last."
Everyone understood that the beast tide itself was not the most terrifying thing here. What was truly frightening was what came afterward: all manner of birds of prey and