Boom!
The ground abruptly caved in, sending up a dust cloud seven to eight meters high. The barren terrain spread like a spiderweb, its advance leaving the once-green forest littered with fallen leaves.
From the dust and smoke, Zhou Chuanyong emerged, his body smeared in blood. He darted towards the Thousand Divination Tower, moving through the forest with agility reminiscent of a monkey on flat land.
Behind him, a pair of giant Kun Peng wings unfurled, their black glow hinting at deadly sharpness. They easily sliced through the surrounding giant trees, the trunks as thick as several people's arms falling effortlessly in their wake.
The forest echoed with the thunderous sound of falling timber as Qin Huai passed by, the noise akin to demonic whispers in Zhou Chuanyong's ears.
