Kyrian did not even look back to see the frozen beasts falling. His analytical gaze swept over the wave. It was monstrous, seemingly endless, but his eyes scanned the entire visible immensity, the entire area. No crushing pressure, no energy from being in the Spiritual Awakening realm or above.
Most of the beasts were between the Accumulation and Qi Release realms, with also many leaders or stronger mutants at the early stage of Core Formation. It was an overwhelming force by sheer numbers, not by individual quality. Kyrian was not very concerned.
Skirting the edge of the wave, Kyrian eliminated, with a simple look or with precise bursts of ice, any flying beast foolish enough to approach.
He flew over the chaos toward the cliff where the sect was located.
Up close, the scene was one of organized violence. Cultivators wearing the brown and gray colors of the local sect fought bravely, but they were clearly outmatched.
