Luo Qian did not need to fly over. The two blind fools had tangled themselves together and rolled into a giant ball, flattening countless trees as they came straight toward him. He had already sensed dozens of high-level beings around them. Their strength was nothing to scoff at—they were as powerful as Eighth-Rank Immortals!
Each of the two monsters stood seventy or eighty meters tall and possessed the strength of an early Ninth Rank. Luo Qian could not help being startled. Damn it, was this world really that formidable? Had eighth- and ninth-rank beings become so common they were everywhere?
Masters everywhere, powerhouses as plentiful as dogs. Luo Qian decided it was wise to watch before acting. This world did not look so easy to handle. The monsters' roars mingled with the crash of falling trees, rolling through the forest like thunder. Luo Qian cast the Invisibility Art. It was a spell from the Immortal Realm, so naturally no one in this world recognized it. Besides, he was stronger than either monster. They fought their way past without noticing him.
Not long after they passed, gusts of wind sounded behind them. Luo Qian frowned. What were these seven or eight people doing here? Had they come to watch the excitement? The strongest among them was only at the early Ninth Rank, and one was still at the upper Eighth Rank, not yet truly among the ninth-rankers. Luo Qian remained invisible as they swept past him. Sure enough, none noticed him watching.
If the two monsters broke off their fight now, these people hoping to "pick up a bargain" would gain nothing. The monsters were strong; if they wanted to flee, doing so would be easy.
As the eight swept past Luo Qian, their conversation reached his ears. "Tiangu Yue, you