Retracting his gaze, it falls upon the remaining ten million plus cultivators below.
These remaining cultivators, having experienced the destruction of their homeland, the joy of narrowly escaping death, searched amidst the ruins, then each embarked on the journey to the nearby royal city.
By the time they set off, four hours had already passed.
Witnessing this scene, Zhang Xiaohao's eyes gleamed, he pondered for a moment and decided to follow them to the royal city.
However, now was not the time; with a flicker of his body, Zhang Xiaohao caught up with the cultivators within a few flashes, appearing behind an elder at the Nascent Soul Middle Stage, his hands swiftly formed a decision, casting a magic formula upon him, leaving a mark on his body.
After completing this, his body flickered northward.
Four hours later, Zhang Xiaohao stopped about three million kilometers north.
