As they estimated, Gloria was the newest and weakest of the perpetrator's disciples. In fact, the next closest to her in cultivation was an expert at the World Core Realm.
It was hard to imagine that Atlas was already encountering someone who had the same strength that he held in his past life, but that was the world he'd been reborn into. The World Core Realm was no longer anything special.
It, just like every other realm of cultivation, was a mere stepping stone in the path of a cultivator.
And when Atlas and Artemia arrived at the next camp, that fact was reinforced in his mind.
It started raining at some point. It was an eerie sight in the crimson moonlight, but the cold droplets actually brought sense into the minds of those controlled by blood.
The roaring thunder and the strikes of lightning created quite the atmosphere as well, especially with the heroic sight that was in front of the two young geniuses.
