A stretch of ancient trees, each towering several hundred feet high, with transparent leaves and swaying shadows, entwined with many vine ropes as thick as water jars, exuding wildness and primitiveness.
Yet, it was too quiet!
Shi Hao was searching, holding the Daluo Immortal Sword, vigilant and looking around this place.
Suddenly, sounds of running came from afar; others were arriving, cultivators from the Three Thousand States racing all the way here.
"Be careful!" Shi Hao loudly warned.
The creature that had crossed the Wilderness Frontier did not attack him, emitting a strange wave in the direction it came from, targeting the newcomers.
"Ah..."
A scream resounded, so fast that there was no time to react, and that person perished. Such means and speed made Shi Hao gasp in surprise.
He did not shrink back but charged forward because he knew there was no way around it, a battle was inevitable!