"Human Race cultivators!" Lianshan's expression darkened.
Under Nine-Headed Insect's command, they could ignore every Demon Race member within Cloud Dream Marsh, but they could not afford to disregard the Human Race.
Nine-Headed Insect was immensely powerful and had once rampaged across the world, yet he had ultimately suffered a crushing defeat at the hands of the Human Race and retreated into Cloud Dream Marsh to live in seclusion.
Moreover, after the Demonic Calamity, all races had recuperated. Because the Human Race reproduced far faster than the others, its strength had recovered the quickest. Every race had witnessed this, and both openly and secretly, they had grown increasingly wary of Human Race cultivators.
"The Ginkgo Spirit Fruit is about to ripen. It is only natural for some Human Race cultivators to covet it, so there is no need for you to worry excessively. This set of Restrictions left behind by the master was inherited from ancient times. Even Taiyi cultivators might not be able to break it. The strongest among those outside is merely at the Early True Immortal Stage, so they are nothing to worry about," the Ba Serpent said.
Hearing this, Lianshan and Guizang relaxed slightly and redoubled their efforts to activate the Magic Formation's Restrictions.
The yellow clouds within the light screen grew much denser, piling up layer upon layer and soon becoming a third thicker.
Although Shen Luo could not hear the three demons' conversation through the Magnetheart Wood seed, he could roughly see the movements of their lips and infer the general content of their discussion through lip-reading.
So it is an ancient grand formation. No wonder it is so formidable. I hope Senior Little White Dragon can break it, he thought.
As time passed, the purple beam from the Restriction-Breaking Pearl continued shining upon the