It seemed as if he saw it, yet also didn't, and in an instant, he felt his thoughts explode within his mind, all notions splintering, his consciousness turning into a mush, maintaining a kneeling posture, he toppled headfirst onto the ground.
Thud! Thud!
It wasn't just him; all those on the edges of the Foreign Race's ancestral lands, whether the elderly, women, children, or strong hunters, all maintained a single posture, staring in horror at that distant wasteland, at the horizon's end, and then successively collapsing.
Step,
Step,
Step,
Chen Mu, clad in a black robe, strode over the wasteland, entering the ancestral lands of the Foreign Race. With each step, waves of the Foreign Race knelt down, waves lost consciousness, toppling headfirst.
"Who?!"
"Who is it?!"
A Grandmaster of the Foreign Race revealed a look of horror, shouting loudly.
