Who had been injured?
That was the question troubling both the Golden Wing Sect and the Demon Race army.
After such a momentous turn of events, both sides immediately stopped fighting and looked up into the heavens.
Crack-crackle-
Lightning flashed across the sky, blood rained down, and terrifying surges of power swept through it all.
There was no way to make out what was happening up there with the naked eye alone.
"Could our lord have been injured?"
On the Demon Race's side, everyone looked grave.
They had clearly heard the Cloud Frontier Beast Venerable's furious roar just now, then seen the firmament ripped apart and blood raining down.
Even they could hardly believe that this was not his blood.
By contrast, morale soared on the Golden Wing Sect's side.
They, too, had heard the Cloud Frontier Beast Venerable's furious roar, and now this had happened.
As for the reason behind it...
They could already guess roughly what had happened.
Meanwhile, a dark-red insect silhouette suddenly flashed into view high in the sky.
The insect was only a little over ten feet long and resembled a tick. Its entire body was blood-red, and strange black patterns covered its carapace.
Its mouthparts were hideous and terrifying, and sharp, backward-curving hooks tipped its six pairs of jointed legs. As it flew, ripples spread through the void.
It was as though even space could not withstand its power.
Behind it sat a small cultivator with the appearance of a young boy, his legs crossed.
Rumble-
The instant the insect appeared, the void before it suddenly shuddered, then shattered with a thunderous crash.
A flaming meteor a thousand feet across plunged out of the spatial rift and slammed toward the ground.
But when those below took a closer look, it was no "flaming meteor"