Standing on the Flying Boat.
As he sensed the Blazing Arrow Eagle's tremendous aura gradually dissipating between heaven and earth, Li Ping's eyes filled with shock. "What on earth was that giant hand?"
One punch had shattered ten thousand miles of tribulation clouds, and one grasp had seized a fourth-tier great demon equivalent to a Nascent Soul Cultivator. What level of power was that?
In truth.
Li Ping had long been curious. Humanity had insisted on bringing even the Far North-a forbidden zone for life surrounded by foreign races-under its control and developing it, forcibly constructing eight main cities on the foundations of eight third-tier spirit veins.
That showed just how eagerly humanity's upper echelons desired to expand their territory.
But why had they turned a blind eye to the Cloudmist Mountains? Why had only Windmist True Person, who had fled his homeland in panic, established an immortal city on the mountain range's outskirts?
It had nothing to do with strength.
After all, with human intelligence, would dealing with those dim-witted third-tier demon beasts in the Cloudmist Mountains not be child's play?
Even if the cultivators of the Western Wastes Cultivation World worried that they could not handle the mountains' immense numbers of demon beasts, they must not forget that Great Zhou stood behind the Western Wasteland.
Any Nascent Soul Cultivator from Great Zhou could easily sweep away all the third-tier demon beasts throughout the Cloudmist Mountains.
As for the poisonous insects and savage beasts everywhere making the mountains unsuitable for mortal habitation... could those harsh conditions possibly be worse than those in the Far North?
After witnessing the Azure Giant Hand seize a Transformation Great Demon, Li Ping finally had an answer to that question.
He still did not know exactly what that Azure Giant Hand was-whether it belonged