The vast wilderness, freshly torn by a ferocious battle, lay cracked and devastated, the air chaotic and tainted.
From the enormous pit created by the fall of the ghostly imp, strange little insects crawled out, resembling the creature in shape. They wagged their heads and tails, sensing direction, instinctively seeking outlands brimming with life.
After some discernment, they accurately headed towards urban areas. Where their tiny feet trod, the weeds and soft soil quickly withered and turned to sand, the land becoming barren wasteland.
"..."
Gu Yu glanced at these insects and formed a new assessment of the ghostly imp's spiritual intelligence, telepathically communicating, "You all should leave for now."
The others looked on, their expressions growing stern. Lu Yuanqing slightly bowed, "I'll leave this place in the care of the human world."
Whoosh!
