With another boom, the figure flew up again. This time, however, they did not come back down, but simply left without a backward glance!
Clearly, powerful though the newcomer was, they were still no match for the Centipede King. One careless move might even leave them dead at its hands. With no hope of obtaining the many Space Rings underground, they recognized the situation and withdrew.
Yet not one of the onlookers knew who this great master was.
After witnessing such a high-level clash, however, no one dared act rashly for a time, and the scene fell into a brief silence.
During this time, Ye Changqing and Wen Xingtian had also quietly arrived nearby. Witnessing this brief but explosive exchange gave them a better understanding of the Centipede King's astonishing strength.
The two grew even more reluctant to approach too closely.
Doing their utmost to conceal themselves, they turned their bodies entirely into mist and drifted forward along the ground. At last, they stopped on a small mound, still roughly two thousand meters away, not daring to go any farther.
By now, the poisonous mist had begun spreading again, invading every wisp of air. If they went any farther and remained hidden for long, never mind fighting-they would not even withstand the poisonous mist. After hiding for a while, they would dissolve...
The two carefully studied the cold, damp expanse of open ground ahead.
Naturally, they also spotted the mountain-like heap of Space Rings at a glance.
"Hiss!" Wen Xingtian sucked in a breath. "So many!"
Then he immediately circulated his energy and took an antidote pill to expel the poison.
That sharp intake of breath just now had drawn in quite a bit of poison.
It seemed plenty of people had been unable to sit idle during this time.