Wang Chunfeng's cultivation had progressed swiftly over the years, and he too had now reached the peak of the Golden Core Realm.
He had never imagined that he had come here merely to descend the mountain and undergo his tribulation, to slay the corresponding tribulation-bound demonic cultivator from the opposing demonic path. Yet through a twist of fate, the world had changed so swiftly.
But at this moment, he had no other thoughts.
Panting, his face somewhat pale, he looked up at the enormous crimson mutant red bird in the sky, its wings seeming capable of blotting out the heavens and covering the earth.
It circled high above and had never left.
This was a valley region crisscrossed by ravines. The trees grew in layered ranks through the forest, though they could not compare with a deep forest's luxuriance.
Even if they wanted to flee this valley, it would be difficult.
For no other reason than that this crimson demon bird was emanating an utterly unmatched aura.
"It's a demon bird of the Primordial Spirit Realm!"
There were roughly dozens of cultivators here.
Their expressions were all grim. After all, being trapped here for a month and unable to leave, this Primordial Spirit demon bird was the chief culprit.
Worse still, far away on the other side, strands of demonic aura lingered in the distance.
Those were demonic cultivators.
They did not dare gamble on whether this was a scheme of the demonic path.
Rumble!
The demon bird in the heavens possessed a terrifying presence.
It dove down, and waves of incomparably dreadful spatial tremors erupted all around.
The spirit herbs and trees that had once been somewhat lush were instantly reduced to clouds of dust drifting through the air beneath the onslaught of those enormous wings.
Rumble—
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