The instant four streams of Weird Qi approached from afar, the entire Migration Convoy sensed them.
Their presence was like mountains, like abysses and seas.
It was not the ordinary chill of a Weird, but pure pressure born of a disparity in the level of their existence.
It was as though four invisible mountains were slowly descending from the sky, pressing against everyone's chests and leaving them unable to breathe.
Torches swayed violently in the night wind, their flames flickering.
The noisy convoy fell silent in an instant. Everyone stopped what they were doing, raised their heads, and looked toward the distant night sky.
Children's cries cut off abruptly, adults' scolding vanished, and even the creak of wheels rolling over gravel could no longer be heard.
Between heaven and earth, there seemed to be nothing left but those four terrifying presences drawing ever closer.
The members of the Hope Convoy were the first to react.
Zhao Chunfeng adjusted the Monitoring Glasses on the bridge of his nose. The numbers flickering across the lenses made his pupils contract sharply.
His hand trembled involuntarily. The copper coins he always kept on him slipped between his fingers and clattered to the ground, but he did not notice at all.
Jiang Shengnan stood at the very front of the convoy. She raised her head, and four rings on the lenses of her Monitoring Glasses rapidly locked onto the four figures approaching through the night sky.
When those numbers appeared one after another, her expression changed completely.
"Level 83... Level 84... Level 84... Level 82..."
Her voice was quiet, yet like a boulder crashing into a still lake, it stirred towering waves in the heart of everyone who heard it.
Four of them, all eighth tier.
She took a deep breath and forced herself to