"I'm afraid it's too late..."
Wyatt Barnes frowned, looking in the direction the young man just left.
At this moment, over that area in the high skies, a sharp whistling of the wind was heard, growing increasingly closer.
Before long, five flying demon beasts swooped across, hanging over the heads of Wyatt and his two companions, circling in mid-air, exuding a fierce momentum.
Wyatt and his companions looked up to see the youth in the gold-edged white robe from before, sitting atop one of the flying demon beasts.
His cold eyes were filled with a chilling killing intent, which fell from the sky, tightly focusing on the three of them.
"It's them!"
The youth's shout caused the Origin Force around him to surge, as the flying demon beast beneath him prepared to make its move.
In the void above, countless ancient horned dragon shadow images appeared, winding and falling, their momentum overwhelming.
"A Ninth-Order Enter Void Realm Demon Beast?"
