Lu Xuan seemed oblivious to the gazes of those below.
He hovered in mid-air, his robes fluttering wildly in the gale, violet starlight gradually intensifying in his eyes.
"Rumble—"
The entire plain suddenly shuddered violently, the ground undulating like waves with the abyssal fissure as its epicenter.
A grating, tooth-aching sound emerged from the depths, as if countless claws were tearing at the rock layers.
The first to surge out were thousands of pangolin-like creatures.
Their backs were covered with inky-black shells, shining with an oily sheen under the light.
Each appeared to be as large as a calf, with countless crimson eyes flickering with madness.
The most terrifying aspect was their gigantic mouths brimming with sharp teeth, continually dripping corrosive slime that burnt the ground with sizzling smoke.
What followed were unseen spider-like creatures.
Their eight limbs resembling sharp scythes etched deep grooves in the ground with each step.
