"Whoosh ..."
Without hesitation, Chen Xiaobei flew into the dark holy light.
It was as if he had entered another space.
An even more shocking scene appeared before Chen Xiaobei's eyes.
About 10,000 Saint pan clan members were wrapped in a disgusting grayish-white membrane.
Tens of thousands of people gathered together, like a very large tumor.
Then, countless tubes that looked like blood vessels connected the huge sarcoma of tens of thousands of people to the honeycomb mountain below.
Whoosh ... Whoosh ... Whoosh ...
One could see with the naked eye that the ten thousand man sarcoma was constantly sending its energy into the Beehive Mountain.
Chen Xiaobei was very familiar with this special ability.
It was the power of creation of the Saint pan clan.
"I see!"