The entire rainforest silently became a killing ground. Every living creature that had once peered into memories was now squeezed toward the center by the endlessly contracting space, like ants.
Li Ziran had actually been unable to do anything to that woman. Not merely the other creatures—even Li Ziran himself had never expected it.
Flames surged, elements roared, and clusters of radiance rapidly bloomed through space, each one like a tide-rider battling towering waves.
Ke'er watched these creatures and could not help finding them pitiful. The people before her were all figures at the pinnacle of the Red Soil Continent, especially Human King William VII, hailed as its most formidable leader. Yet before the Ancient Clans, such a person did not even count as an ant.
"Li Ziran, save our lives!" Several Title Mages shouted amid the storm. Clearly, they knew that Li Ziran alone could contend with the Ancient Clans now, and they wanted to invoke the ties of sharing the same continent.
Perhaps that desperate roar truly had an effect. A patch of oily green land appeared in the heart of the spatial vortex, slowly rising like the sun. Green light drifted across it, and no matter how violently the spatial storm raged, it could not taint it in the slightest.
That oily green radiance instantly made people think of Li Ziran's world, and several figures plunged into the newly born land.
The spatial pressure vanished at once. Their entire bodies felt a chaotic warmth, as though they had entered a bathhouse. All of them revealed delighted expressions. Li Ziran was still protecting them.
More creatures were drawn toward the oily green continent, burrowing into it as though it were their only sanctuary.
Yet before half a minute had passed, pig-slaughtering screams erupted from across the land. One