Meanwhile, in the Land of Exile, those who remained looked far from relaxed.
As the power of [Pollution] gathered, countless Calamity Auras approached, surging toward this place from every direction.
If Blue Sea and Little White failed to wake up in time, they would have to face the Land of Exile's Calamity Tide.
Wailing cries mingled with fear drew steadily closer.
Unexpectedly, however, the approaching Calamities only lingered outside Number Two Gathering Place, never setting a foot inside.
They had felt their connection to the Old Master severed and realized that a New Master had been born, so they had come from every direction, only to hesitate.
They wavered, not knowing who the New Master was, or whether they could escape their past torment and find new life.
Yet at the same time, they stirred restlessly. They saw the humans inside Number Two Gathering Place, humans just like they had once been. Now they had been reduced to Calamities, while these people retained their human forms.
A spontaneous resentment broke through the soil and grew wildly.
All they needed was an opening to pounce and tear these smug humans apart.
Lou Guanshan tightened his grip on the Mo Dao. "Be ready to fight at any moment. These Calamities' eyes are anything but friendly."
Ye Buyu glanced at the sphere still absorbing energy and sighed inwardly. She had finally found herself a powerhouse to do the fighting, and now she still had to act herself?
Please, no. There are so many Calamities out there. Fighting them would take time and effort, and quantity leads to qualitative change. With this many Calamities, even cutting them down one by one would take me a whole day.
"Careful, they're coming," Mu Bingge warned.
Everyone's scalp prickled at the sight of the dense mass of