At first, the ones attacking Xu Zimo at the outermost edge were merely ordinary wild beasts.
But as he ventured deeper, Xu Zimo could sense that these beasts were growing stronger and stronger, even gradually evolving into demon beasts.
With Mad Blood Old Demon clearing the way ahead, Xu Zimo did not even need to make a move.
After walking like this for over ten minutes, demon beasts came flooding in from all around, blotting out the sky and covering the once-empty space in darkness.
After Mad Blood Old Demon cleared out the surrounding demon beasts, several roars rang out from every direction.
Qiongqi, Azure Dragon, Bifang, Qilin, Qiuniu, Bi'an.
More and more of these divine beasts emerged—beasts that belonged only to legend, that had existed only in the savage ancient age, even in the Mythological Era.
As terrifying Beast Might swept across heaven and earth, these divine beasts roared, seemingly trying to force Xu Zimo to retreat.
Mad Blood Old Demon likewise had spiritual energy surging around him, while a Blood River hung upside down at the edge of the sky.
He was a puppet. He knew neither fear nor dread, nor did he possess any emotions.
When Xu Zimo continued forward, all the divine beasts attacked as well.
Dragons soared and tigers roared, Beast Might flourished, endless space shattered in every direction, and the surrounding Small Worlds collapsed.
Although these divine beasts were not real and had all been transformed from Tian Yuan Qi, they were far from weak. For a time, even Mad Blood Old Demon could do nothing about them.
Seeing Mad Blood Old Demon restrain the divine beasts and guard his side, Xu Zimo's pace quickened considerably.
In the end, he arrived before a towering mountain.
The mountain possessed a majestic bearing. It was shaped