The sun leaped up the next day, its dazzling light piercing the fog and falling into the dense woods, with the earth enshrouded in misty haze.
Whiz!
A glowing flying boat sped by, cutting through the distance.
With its defensive array activated and sailing at an incredible altitude, it swiftly shot across the skies towards Guanlan Mountain, which was by now not far off.
Aboard the flying boat.
The First, Second, and Third Elders of the Huang Family of Guanlan Mountain stood at the front of the boat, their brows furrowed and their expressions cautious as they surveyed the land below. Every breath of their divine sense was extremely careful, scanning the woods and valleys below.
The closer they got to Guanlan Mountain, the more attentive and anxious they became.
They had all survived the great beast tide at Dayue Black Market, where they personally witnessed an inferior third-tier Eight-Armed Blade Mantis killing countless individuals and causing severed heads to roll.