"Damn it, is that a Spirit Devouring Insect?" Zhe Jun's expression changed slightly as he spoke in a low voice.
Fan Di's face was somewhat unpleasant as well. He bit his lip lightly and said nothing.
After the Spirit Devouring Insects flew out, heaven and earth sank into an inexplicable darkness. Though Chan He Sect's mountain-guarding grand formation surged with eight-colored radiance, and though strange glimmers shone around the birds and beasts, none of it could stop the bleak chill within the darkness. This darkness did not merely blind the eyes—it soaked into the heart...
Darkness and desolation swept across the earth and scoured the vault of heaven. In only a few breaths, "Cock-a-doodle-doo..." A rooster crowed from somewhere unknown. The sound was tiny and faint, yet wherever it passed, it was like a sharp sword piercing the darkness. Far away, in the eastern sky, the first light of dawn had appeared at some unknown moment, and the darkness that had soaked through their hearts... suddenly vanished. The helplessness that had fallen into darkness abruptly became the budding of hope, blooming in an instant with the fish-belly white of the sky!
Perhaps Liu Han Huan's hope had not bloomed, but as he looked at the rosy clouds in the distance, then shifted his gaze to the outstanding disciples of Luoxian Sect, his hopes had already come to rest upon the shoulders of these proud cultivators.
Yet a trace of worry appeared in the eyes of these proud cultivators.
For within a thousand li around Star Cloud Ridge, birds and savage beasts now covered the skies and land. Every one of them was enormous, and cultivators dressed in strange clothing sat upon their backs. Eerie patterns were engraved upon the faces, arms, and necks of these cultivators—beast heads, skulls, flowers, stars,