In the Human Domain's northern part, a sudden beast attack.
At the edge of the Wu Chen round dome, Wu Wang, Ling Xiaolan, Ji Mo, and Lin Qi stood in a line on the northernmost side, looking over the formation wall at the gloomy northern sky.
The sun was sinking in the west, but its rays couldn't penetrate the thick clouds.
As far as Wu Wang could see, flock after flock of birds hurried southward, panicked livestock trampled the crops in the fields, Cultivators found their Dao hearts unsettled, mortals were flustered and frantic, and a dark haze had settled over the entire camp.
Even from such a great distance, Wu Wang could vaguely sense the oncoming tide of beasts, like a tsunami.
They had only been standing there a short while when they saw dozens of scattered Liu Guang racing northward and Sect ships, emblazoned with flags, crossing the sky toward the north.
