"Follow me!" Xiao Hua turned to look. Chen Cheng, Ma Miaoke, and the four Demon Race members, including the foxes, were following close behind him. There were also some human cultivators behind them, while the other Demon Race members had not followed. Clearly, these were the first group the Sun-Devouring Great Demon had mentioned.
"Yes, Senior!" Chen Cheng and Ma Miaoke replied, slightly increasing their flying speed. Yet at that very instant, two more whirlwinds struck the protective radiance and clouds around them. The whirlwinds carried immense force, knocking the two of them off balance and slowing them down again.
Seeing their sorry state, Xiao Hua understood somewhat. If nothing unexpected happened, the Ghost Plain was still an overlay of two layers of space. The so-called restriction... was likely a restriction from the other space! At this thought, Xiao Hua began to worry again. His Dharma Eye could not see through the fine lines of time, so naturally he could not see the restrictions in the other space. More importantly, that other space was clearly an ancient primordial space. How could its restrictions be easy to deal with?
"Stay behind this old man!" After some thought, Xiao Hua waved his hand, producing a layer of thunderclouds to shield himself along with the human cultivators and Demon Race members, just as he had done in the Strange Beast Circle. Unfortunately, the thunderclouds had only surged out a few dozen feet when a "sizzle, sizzle" sounded from the air. An inexplicable gray-black liquid appeared and corroded the thunderclouds away in moments.
"Hiss..." Xiao Hua sucked in a breath, then reached out with his hand. With a series of cracking sounds, a gigantic lightning hand dozens of feet across appeared and slammed down toward the void ahead. Just as Xiao Hua had expected,