Crisis

"Why was this happening?"

Qin Yang frowned.

At his current level,

a stir in his heart meant that something had happened.

And it concerned someone close to him.

Qin Yang immediately thought of the Cangming World.

Because everyone closest to him was in the Cangming World.

"The Cangming World has Qing Dai guarding it. If even her strength can't protect it..."

"Then it seems they've truly run into trouble."

With that thought, Qin Yang immediately changed direction and shot toward the Cangming World!

Along the way, he frantically used the Void Seal, crossing one starry sky after another.

He knew that if he was any later, there might be nothing left to save.

At this moment, most of the Cangming World had become battlefields.

Around a month ago, countless monsters had descended without warning.

These monsters were all grotesque in appearance, usually possessing savage mouthparts, hard bodies, and razor-sharp claws.

Whether it was Energy Rifles or cultivators' techniques, neither could inflict much harm upon these monsters.

Only some experts who had reached the Martial Saint realm could barely contend with them.

But most of them were no match.

And so, the Cangming World retreated step by step, while countless ordinary people died at the hands of these twisted monsters.

In the end, the Cangming World could only rely on several major factions to establish survival bases, barely holding back the monsters' assaults.

Within the Black Tortoise Sect,

Zhang Chen sat alone in the seat of honor, his face filled with exhaustion.

Several centuries had passed.

In truth, he had long stopped involving himself in the Black Tortoise Sect's mundane affairs and had been cultivating in seclusion.

His talent was indeed exceptional, and he had now broken through to the Martial God realm.

After those bizarre monsters descended, they had nearly